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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Burden Of A Song 3
I would like to be like you Heart cold as ice, with snowflakes in my veins So you could hurt me never again I want to shout, scream, curse at you So I won�t drive myself insane or worse I no longer want to live this way Such a sin you gave to me Cannot be forgiven in the blink of an eye My heart gently bleeds Upon your silk upholstery I would like for you to be like me And suffer just the same I no long want to hear your filthy name That damning voice, those calloused hands No longer hold me in their grasp I want to be able to walk away from this As our love takes its final gasp..
I do not desire the pleasure of your kiss The toxic venom that spews from your lips You held within you all that I am But you do not hold sacred That which you have damned....... raw || truth |