the true Diablo.

I can still smell you on my skin, that dirty rancid stink within. I can feel your hands on my soul squeezing tight, till i’m dead and cold. I still hear your voice in my dreams and my own howling, dieing screams. I still see, your horrid face Your inky eyes,the true digrace. My heart is still a broken prison the scars are still bloody crimson after all these nights and days and years your still my pain my darkest fears. I blame you for the life i live and the pain and hurt that i give I trust no-one anymore and i'll die alone on hells shore.