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A Hand Upon Her Cheek

Before I collapse from overdosing on apathy before I become empty from losing my lunch shed my snake skin and become a venomous reptilian again I write my final innocent words before I replace them with malice I hold back my rage for there's just tears for the moment I'm afraid this is the temporary end of me The boy telling this story will vanish once the last word is written These thoughts, my cancer these questions are the tumors that Friday night, a mystery; why do you haunt me so Why wasn't I there to see the scene unfold instead of hearing news I never saw wish I never heard, wish I never... The grief resting upon my face is an open book, easily frayed and read but the next page, coated in red, please careful, don't rip the edge for it signals change and I, by my history, cannot handle it The blame, the fault: does it rest within me or can I point my favorite finger at the culprit Who can I curse with the heaviest tone for turning my heart of gold into weighted stone Who do I turn to, to bury my fist and foot in to rid myself of feeling sick, feeling lost, feeling angry What do I do when it seems everyone hates me when I'm haunted by a night I wasn't present for Who do I blame for the bad news Who do I hit, myself or the culprit that placed a hand upon her cheek as her hand decided to drift drift from sight to a little lower Do I know for sure ask the question to empty air and that's the answer I know... but it all happened beyond doors I couldn't see it all happened beyond doors I couldn't reach from my room The woman, well girl at the time I called mine then thought was love at first sight was terror at first fight, first bite she showed me the meaning of bite when her venom injected me till I curled on the floor, sobbing while I got the call saying... well ask her, I'm sorry it's too painful to finish my memory hazy, apologies for feeling lazy OK, she betrayed me it all starting at night, I far away from her as she met an old flame the story from here is the same It all started with a hand upon her cheek...

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