February 17, 2012
i becon you to my side,
to see the love of my bleeding mind.
sick to my stomach of pity and grief,
if i really cared would i let you theive.
to the man who stole my heart,
take this gun and give me a new start.
let the blood drip from my chest,
help me put my soul to rest.
hear the last thumps of my heart,
the world goes from finish to start.
is it my fate to love again,
or my eternal punishment to send me insane.

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