I taste you on my tongue
You fade faster
my eyes bleed black
why would you leave me here on this broken glass
shards fill my flesh
blood crawls across the floor
It's all you know
I'm your latest victim
I pick my self off this broken floor still bleeding still so in love
You have made a fool of me
and you leave me six feet under to suffer your to much of a coward to finish me so I'll let these pills fix it all
in my last breath I'm free.
Copyright © Ashley Sanich | Year Posted 2011
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