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by DJ Feb 4, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Years regress to weeks weeks are dismembered by days 1095 is roughly the amount it took for your elegant corpse to decay Though your memory still haunts me oh yes, your memory still remains undying love born in a broken heart holds your visage prisoner in chains This fable was your own to mold At your side and service I would slave beating hearts will now skip forever decorating smiles across faces in graves The battle for truth is long over though this war still rages on fighting our very own shadows where forever has come and gone Everything that I am is all I was willing to offer but in the takings of things for granted myself was the lamb to your slaughter so insane you would call me now sanity isn't something I require with both hands around your neck unable to speak your no longer a liar My love for you was scary now peanuts to this regret forgiveness was easily found in your corpse but I would kill anything to forget Days progress to weeks weeks are assembled by years 3 of my longest spent breathing for you now all I want is to forget you were near
by Ill Give Blood To Your Dried Veins
This was really sad. I loved it.