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Why I Cry

I don't think you see
the places inside me
where demons live
and lovers die

I don't think you hear
the screams from the bier
labelled with my name
soon to be occupied

I don't think you taste
the blood I've displaced
from my cut wrists
it falls to the floor

I don't think you smell
the stench of burning hell
where my ghost flourishes
and cripples under pressure

I don't think you feel
emotions you've yet to steal
you left me for dead
i left you for life

This is why I cry
I cry for you.

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