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Nine

My problems began the moment her blood touched my hands Over such minuscule strife I took her life While too late I learned my love for her ran deeper than my knife Oh, if only it were one time! One wound they could wind together Pressing the gaps of her flesh into one Not nine, oh not nine times! And if a crime as awful as mine deserves death I wouldn't mind. Because I took from a life the components needed to survive I watched the look in her eyes fade into a dull dark sky I watched the life of my world become desolate and dry Crumbling mountains and molten rock flowing like fountains Draining seas and stifling the breeze A breath escaped her lips And in a moment of frenzy to capture her memory Upon those lips I laid a kiss Still warm from the afterthought of life If only I could give her mine! I screamed and wished to reverse the flow of time To un-puncture her chest and stomach and thighs Oh, the red grows Nine rivers flow Painting her hearts mural onto the floor I will not believe I have lost her! Her heart slows but her soul beats strong The march of death descends, no! This is all wrong! I am not meant to lose her I've waited so long. Nine years... For nine years I loved her from afar Watching her live a life I wanted to be to be a part of I won't lose her now, she won't leave my arms tonight I'll take her to my house and sew her up tight. With her wounds held together I'll fill up her veins I'll drain my blood, this will not be in vain! I'll replace what I stole I'm sorry! So sorry! My vision is blurry. I see more than one of her I worry I see nine Nine of her, dead Now only one thing is left Her heart won't work so I give her this instead I press the tool of death to my chest I must be careful, I must. The blade is pushed inside I must be quick before I die I must replace her heart with mine While it still still beats to give her life I will save her My vision recedes.. I will save her My breathing is ceased.. I will save her I'm brought to my knees.. I will save her My love it lives on.. I will save her If only my body were so strong.. I will save her I'm feeling death begin to dawn.. I will save her I know I can't join my love.. I will save her I'm meant for below, I sent her above.. I will save her I mean it, I truly believe it You'll all see! But who will save me?
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Dec 10, 2014
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