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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Love, the most beautiful torture. I dreamnt of, the time when you were her. I'll steal the diamonds, that sparkle in your eyes. The haunting winds, see through her lies. You're so blind, for it's my turn to sneak. Too many times you've whined, now she's too weak. Laughing at your despair, crying at her pain. No longer do I care, as you leave your blood stain. Can't you be quiet, your screams make things worse. Her inner riot, inspires this verse. Why the tears, weren't you so strong? Those haunting years, relive in this song. I tried so hard, to help you live. I'm left so scarred, for you're so abusive. So now I hope you see, that death is near. You've messed with me, so welcome this fear. She's not real, for she's a demon in disguise. So much sorrow I feel, watch the horror in her eyes. All the things you do, are killing me slowly. Watch the death through, then you'll see. We're all getting older, yet you refuse. Your heart growing colder, for she's left to abuse. This fire burns, no one can stop me now. As the tide turns, the pain I can't allow Two bullets, straight to her head. No one forgets, for now you're dead. I watch the crimson, flow from her body. Now I'm done, with this animosity. Why do you stoop so low, what have I done wrong? Am I the last to know, why you've lived so long? I have no control, time for you to leave. The demon without a soul, bids you not to breathe. Time to repay for the heart you stole, death'll help you believe.
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