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My sword slowly lifted itself as something within came to life Striking my pallet leaving you my victim lifeless with a long seeping wound Trying to keep up with this constant strife Fighting to escape this brutality that has forever bond My bloodied blade has spilled enough of your precious essence Realizing now that you were never meant to be mine Alas how my feelings could have manifested me into this darkened presence? Whilst my words shall only lead you to further pine Tearing from my being the thought of loving you at all, As injustice is all that is felt from the illusions you drew on the wall. Solace has been a price my future had to pay For so was the price of your love, that cast me away Contorted and mangled by the past that thrives within my ingrate A second chance you wish won’t now sate my hate
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
The ingrate of love
My sword slowly lifted itself as something within came to life Striking my pallet leaving you my victim lifeless with a long seeping wound Trying to keep up with this constant strife Fighting to escape this brutality that has forever bond My bloodied blade has spilled enough of your precious essence Realizing now that you were never meant to be mine Alas how my feelings could have manifested me into this darkened presence? Whilst my words shall only lead you to further pine Tearing from my being the thought of loving you at all, As injustice is all that is felt from the illusions you drew on the wall. Solace has been a price my future had to pay For so was the price of your love, that cast me away Contorted and mangled by the past that thrives within my ingrate A second chance you wish won’t now sate my hate
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Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
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