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by EpithetPoet Nov 28, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Shed my tears Into a glass Drink it up Make it last Enjoy the pain Of which you cause Taste the blood That now draws Savour the life That exits my body Stare at the eyes Which cannot see You seem sad Yet it was you Plunged the knife Into my tissue We always fought Today was worse It was not just abuse With your verse Your words of love Seep into my ears While hate falls down Along with tears I do not hate Merely pity That you are here And i am free Free of you Free of pain That i am glad Will always remain