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Oct 2013
Clenched fists and a heavy heart
It's all your fault!
Shifting blame, with reason
The blood that runs through my veins, that which we share makes me ill
Bleeding shoulder and filled with hate
Fearful of bursting into flames, disintegrating
Like I always do
And it's all because of you

I seem to enjoy the fact that you
drove a rusted spike into my back because at least then you owe me and it’s another reason to hate you
The bittersweet taste of betrayal

Should I yank the wretched spike out  and slit my own throat?
I'll be gone and you'll be sorry
I refuse to....
I won't be driven to erase myself by the likes of you
I will give you my anger no more
Emptying the jars of tears once collected
Riding it out until my time comes
Got a point to prove
I will not let you win

The soul you murdered is coming back to haunt you
A force to be reckoned with
Christened with anger
Calcified anger  
All I see in front of my eyes is red

I eagerly wait for your downfall, just for my amusement
If you had a heart I would freeze it with a cold disposition then shatter it into pieces as your eyes widen.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
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