Friday, December 30, 2011

Undefined

The taste of life is sour on my lips,
the blood pours from me as I am
to soon forget the lies that were so
easily given.

My inner peace is no longer to be
found as my body shatters into a
million pieces upon the ground.

A sacrifice I have sworn, his memory
has left me torn, a knife in my chest,
a blade to my throat, this life now is
to seem so remote.

I bleed, I fear, I cry, I scream my terrors
until I am consumed with bitterness and
I lay down to die! blinded, undefined he
still gives me more of his lies!Unknown, I
find my own way home,alone!

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