My Last Dove
Can you hear my pain crawling through blood soaked walls?
What about my screams in the devils halls?
Im haunted by love in a shadow and sick in the dust of lies.
Slowly my sences die.
Hours count my Torture and minuites drive me away,
Until its time for my life to pay.
Im sick of my constant hurt and failure, Im sick of love,
I wan't my sister in heaven above.
My heart blisters with black blood,
Breathless under a blanket of mud.
Wickedly medicated by your so called love
But you murdered my sole~ my last dove.
How can you treat me like you do?
And why do I still love you?
Copyright © Repunzelle Garland | Year Posted 2005
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