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Date: Friday, 11th October 2013 @ 12:24:26 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: BrianHartsonPoetry
Blood in my mouth, blood in my eyes
Fill my lungs with blood & let me die
The hurt to see an angel cry
Internal lies
Others denied the truth, I expect lies
How I ever convinced you to see the beauty in how I made you bleed
Can't you see, The destructive humanistic living
Internalized, corrupted my whole being
Buried & broken, distorted, Life forever contorted
Calloused, willingness of malice
Alas this craft isn't magic, It's a lie
I am a lie.
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