You painted your hatred

upon me.

My pale skin like a white,

empty canvasl; full of

wounds and scratches

now.

My soul like a target;

pointing out that red dot

to which you unleashed

your fiery rage.

Weak and scattered; I

now can feel the cold

darkness approaching;

hungry for my tears, it

slowly absorbs me in,

leaving nothing but a

fading figure, vanished

into the night's embrace...

~ Aphrodite

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