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Feb 2014
Torn flesh
chest shredded
Your knife has found its mark
and brutally defiled
my broken heart

I'm sorry
I can't be
I'm not what you wanted
I can't be that
I'm not willing to destroy myself any more
I will never be him


A tender kiss
a blade in my back
Whispering confessions
as the sharpened nails retract
Temporary satisfaction
allows our misery distract

It wasn't meant to be this way
I don't know what to do
It was meant to be perfect
I cried with soaked remorse
It was meant to be worth the sacrifice
I knew it wasn't


These expectations
Our hopes were just lies
We gave up living
For our broken dream
Lost our freedom
In the hopes to be free
So easily did we fall
to find something true
I faintly remember
a time
when
i loved you
The two us broke ourselves in the hopes of a perfect future. But this world doesn't work that way, people change and things are never how they were in our memories.
Mr Vampire
Written by
Mr Vampire  South Africa, Cape Town
(South Africa, Cape Town)   
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