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This shell crumbled and fell when hearing the words you said sent me strait to hell. Blackinening depths weep in night not to ballistic to fight for what it is by right. Despair and creeping wounds come in unfairly. Dare they do the damage I cannot bare? So please spare me from not who would care. This hole in my shattered battered heart has brought tol into this sensitive innocent sole. To sore higher to the core of all-extreme would be dropping knees to the cold hard floor. His hands can wrap around my neck in a trap as air may clog my throat and drowned without a whimpering peep of a sound. Tantalizing words cause harm like the bleeding gash flooding in my arm. This knife cuts into spaces so deep like the life I keep smoldered in blood traces smeared on the walls trapped in the shovel cases. As my heart deprives, it ends the lies of all lives with the endless goodbyes. Tears fall on the lovely fire rose as it grows prosper flames, But only love it tames. Take the spear of death to place in my heart and embrace all that has been torn in death apart. From the start to end no part can mend as I search places to defend and faces to descend. I place my hand upon the never touched and watched as it turned to sand, But the sand burned as I still yearned. Show the way from deaths dependence day as the others pay just like the dagger will slay. Love so free in unpredictable moments dangerously as you cast upon me. See the blood and feel the flood as real as it is when it will seal. Lifeless whispering flesh turning into dripping catering mesh lose what was already lost. What is the final cost? When facing the winds of the red sea remember the pacing remembrance that set me free, But sealed him ever to be by death decreed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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