No Words For This

September 20, 2012
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New bloodstains splatter the sky
One after the other, each to match one
Wicked scar you carved into me
Open wounds sliced into me with your
Red-hot tongue, or was it white-hot
Dark colors are too cliché for your brand of evil
Simmering in the summer sun, I hope this
Falling dusk can erase my bloodstains too
One after the other, each to match one
Ripe word from your lips, spilling
The anger in your eyes into me and my
Heart ignored my pleas to stop beating
Instead it tried to pump yesterday away but
Sunset couldn't come fast enough

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