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Life just turned lifeless
Breath just became breathless
Heart just ended up heartless
Mind just shattered into mindless
Blood just seemed bloodless
Soul just changed soulless
RV Oct 2015
**** yourself tonight, my love

The moment you pull me
Into your arms again,
My heart will be
On loan.

My collateral is not lovely

The sunrise will remind you
Of the taste of my lips
And the trail marks of my tongue
Will curse you in the sunset.

So think twice, my love
I beg you to think deeply
Of me in your sleep

Before I **** myself tomorrow.
R.V.
Paul Costa Sep 2014
Dear the softhearted:
Sympathy won’t come.
Mourn this day
and drink its poison,
leave the ones disembodied
to haunt and garrotte.

Dear the kindhearted:
Forgiveness won’t come.
Stand thin, bloodless.
Who’s waiting at home for you?
Paul Costa May 2014
Dear the softhearted:
Sympathy won’t come.
Mourn this day
and drink its poison,
leave the ones disembodied
to haunt and garrotte.

Dear the kindhearted:
Forgiveness won’t come.
Stand thin, bloodless.
Who’s waiting at home for you?

— The End —