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Am I her enemy?
written by Genocide Reaper11:51 AM 3/31/05Beset this time frame.
One day, all will pass.
Fade away.
Dirt on the grave.
No longer life's slave.
Laid to waste.
Death, got a taste.
Incase of explosion.
Knot a noose.
Hang in exposure.
Laid to rest.
Cut, and put to the test.
Her initials.
Carved into my chest.
Into my heart.
Over me and across.
Soon all shall be lost.
Unto this love.
I pay the cost.
Ultimately ending this.
Laying over me.
Looking down.
I wonder.
Can she see the enemy?
Am I the enemy?
Is she living in a fantasy?
Am I crazy?
Yes..
It falls together.
The puzzle.
Laid to death.
In silence.
I take the last breath.
Buried in the soft ground.
Covered without a sound.
Leaving.
Believing.
Dreaming.
Hoping.
Praying.
Waiting for these broken wings to heal.
Wanting the day its her I feel.
Already so, real. |
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