Belgium Nights

Gehenna

Our love was a gehenna from which I'll never be released from its chains of misery. While your voice plays repeatedly in my head like a broken recorder, the prison cell filled with ghosts continue to taunt me till dawn arrives . And while you walk freely in the sunlight with her, I'm removing the shards of memories you left me with. As I bleed a beautiful shade of 
crimson blood and watch as you take her hand , I realised that I wasn't worth anything since the beginning . Not even to you.
- Still loving