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Jul 2010
Bring me a scapel
Throw me a knife
So I can catch it
And cut out my heart tonight

Costs me my life
Wasting my thoughts
Rip it out
Prepare for the draught

Cut me wide open
Blood on the floor
Screaming in pain
Looking at the door

Remove from me
The piece that cares
The only piece
That you wouldn't dare

Cutting slowly
Savour the pain
Knowing that
All that's left is gain

Once i'm done
There's nothing there
But haunting memories
That I shouldn't care

I'm done with this
I'm done with you
Start the surgury
My Heartwork is due
©Bruno Joseph Orsi       July 19, 2010
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