Wounded

I bleed at the deed,

you have done with a gun.

You shot into my heart,

it pierced like a dart.

Blood dripping into darkness,

oh why are you so heartless?

You're setting me on fire,

you sick and twisted liar.

You are so vain,

you think you can gain

power to the mind

leaving me behind.

You forsake me

just so you can be,

a foe and never a friend

leaving me with wounds to mend.





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