Savour It

by EpithetPoet   Nov 28, 2004


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

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