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Suicide Via Love

My heart dies Everytime you hurt me My eyes cry tears When you break my heart Over and over again I loose little pieces of my soul When you treat me with such indifference Sometimes when I glance in the mirror I cannot see my reflection staring back at me Because my soul is slowly dying Piece by piece is chipped away and lost Because of the infinite sorrow That you inflict upon me with such malice I cannot go on like this But, I won't be breathing much longer You are killing me, causing me to expire Every minute of every day I hold out my arms to embrace Death, an ending so sweet To such a tragic existence When the clock strikes midnight I take journey to the cemetary As I walk the eerie grounds My heart is filled with envy For the corpses that lay here Are numb, they feel no more pain No more broken hearts, no more abuse They are forever free of their torment The banshees will be coming for me soon When I hear their screams I will eagerly Run to them embracing the end of my Tortured and disappointing life For I never got my horse drawn carriage I never got to go to the ball in my Blue satin gown and glass slippers Prince Charming never came for me either There are two Princes that will come for me though The first is the Prince of Nightmares: I have known him For years just by many different names and faces This Prince always wants the same things: my love, My support, my sexuality, my womb or my devotion. This Prince of Nightmares hypnotizes me first with his charms Then on his elevator we descend right into the pits of Hell together He leaves me there alone to rot and decay in his blackened abyss While he takes the elevator back to where we just left from The second Prince I will meet is the Prince of Darkness We shall make each other's acquaintance very soon For too many sins with my Prince's of Nightmares has Assured me a place in his fiery den Leaving my body a pile of ashes

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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