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The ingrate of love

My sword slowly lifted itself as something within came to life

Striking my pallet leaving you my victim lifeless with a long seeping wound

Trying to keep up with this constant strife

Fighting to escape this brutality that has forever bond

 

My bloodied blade has spilled enough of your precious essence

Realizing now that you were never meant to be mine

Alas how my feelings could have manifested me into this darkened presence?

Whilst my words shall only lead you to further pine

 

Tearing from my being the thought of loving you at all,

As injustice is all that is felt from the illusions you drew on the wall.

Solace has been a price my future had to pay

For so was the price of your love, that cast me away

 

Contorted and mangled by the past that thrives within my ingrate

A second chance you wish won’t now sate my hate

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Jun 16, 2010
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