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[title] => Pieces
[time] => 2005-03-14 06:45:48
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[bodytext] => My hands are trembling, As tears flow from my eyes. I hate you and I love you, And my head fills up with whys. You have this lure, That wavers through my veins. You're my band-aid when I hurt, Yet the cause to all my pain. I tell myself everyday, That I hate you more then life. My hatred for you has reached bone, Which I try to cut out with the knife. You're the cancer in my heart, A malignance black as coal. It's you who throws shards, At my already broken soul. Everything's a blurr, My world's just one big mess. I cant explain this feeling, That's beating in my chest. All of me is falling to pieces, While my every fiber starts to cry. This wallowing heart is corroding, As im just about to die. This sadness creeps over, And it digs under my skin. Like leeches it eats away at me, Mauling me apart within. I wish I knew the way, I wish I knew which road. My heart's already healed, The wounds already sewn. Yet you remove each stich, As you release each tear. Hoping the blood wont spill, But hoping you'll hold me near. You lick up the blood, As each drop hits the floor. While the blood is trickling, You beg for even more. You've sucked my veins dry, The tears have even faded. But that doesnt change the fact, My life remains jaded. I know you're poison, And you slip in with every breath. Haunting me, tormenting me, Until I reach my passionate death. The only way you'll have me, Is if im finally dead. So I know I must be careful, While lying in your bed. You'll send those voices back to me, And you'll make me want to die. This way you could have me, And you wouldnt have to try. Even in my death. You'll have to fix the peices of my life. Even in my death, You too, will use my knife. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Pats4eva7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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