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Jan 2012
The dream I had,
That was so perfect,
Changed before my eyes.

A mutated love,
Turned to a nightmare,
Clipped my wings, the Crow can't fly.

The good times we had,
While scarce, were there.
I guess you must have forgot.

I fell for you, I loved you,
I helped you, I saved you.
And this is the payment I got.

Selfish desires,
And lie after lie,
Brought it to an end.

The hellish love,
The tainted passion,
Only truth could they send.

The falsehoods that hurt,
The more to come,
There's nothing I can do.

I watch, helpless,
As you tell them all,
That I was the one that hurt you.

You say you're sorry,
Wish me the best.
I've heard that all before.

Step over the pieces,
Of my heart,
As you walk out my door.

Now I've discovered,
The pain I inflict,
Is my only refuge I've found.

My soul is trapped,
In a whirlwind of torment.
I'll burn it to the ground.

What's left?
Daniel Corvus Kloc
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Daniel Corvus Kloc
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