Paper a la Mode

raw~
I lost you.
Without warning you were gone.
You left after you sucked every bit of who I am from my soul and used it to fill your own.
It sounded like a thousand bombs in my head when it happened, my ears were ringing for days.
You left me naked and cold and dieing.
Alone. Cold. Sick. Black. Bleeding.
Gaping wounds, filled with all the promises, lies, heartbreak and the sickening memories of flesh and sex and darkness.
Raw.