I live in my own corner of Hell. <br />Where only I exist, <br />Where only I shall die. <br />With every breath I get closer to the edge, <br />With every slash of the Blade <br />I bleed a little more, <br />I am almost there. <br />I let you too close, <br />I let you in too deep. <br />You know too much, <br />But not enough. <br />It's not your fault, <br />It's my own corner of Hell.<br /><br />Natasha Bolling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hell-66/
