November 2, 2007
You scream and I am torn.
Your poisened words fall on ears that no longer hear you.
The silence kills me yet the noise breaks my heart.
Broken but only half dead.
A shattered past flashes through the darkened recesses of my heart.
My dark abyss suffocates the rage within my veins.
A naked soul eposed to your cursed tongue.
A pierced heart bleeds, bleeds for what it feels and that which makes it die.
I bleed for you, I cry for you, I die for you.
Denying to myself all that I have seen and none of what I am.

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