Bloody Memory

January 8, 2012
The ceiling seems to tip
As I feel the blood drip drip
The pain you caused me
Spelled out in crimson
Your name you see
Will always be a memory
Of the faith I lose
And the dreams that fall
And the hope that just
Destroys us all
Why do you bother
To say you love me?
If all you have become
Is a scar
And a memory

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