How many have I witnessed?
How many dead?
Does it hurt me anymore?
Is there anymore blood to pour?
Oh how I miss her,
Oh how young our hearts were.
I thought we were going to wed,
until she stopped bleeding red.
It is something I have to ignore,
please, I beg, no more.
I tried to deter,
but I couldn’t stop being with her.
I only wish I didn’t see her die,
I never said good bye.
I couldn’t stop it,
apparently it was natures Writ.
Maybe I should also,
maybe I should follow.
Then we can be together,
spending our lives in nether.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
How many have I witnessed?
How many dead?
Does it hurt me anymore?
Is there anymore blood to pour?
Oh how I miss her,
Oh how young our hearts were.
I thought we were going to wed,
until she stopped bleeding red.
It is something I have to ignore,
please, I beg, no more.
I tried to deter,
but I couldn’t stop being with her.
I only wish I didn’t see her die,
I never said good bye.
I couldn’t stop it,
apparently it was natures Writ.
Maybe I should also,
maybe I should follow.
Then we can be together,
spending our lives in nether.
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