Untitled Bloodshed.

by Slit*My*wrists*With*a*Broken*Heart*   Jul 4, 2006


Standing alone,
in a Field full of broken hearts
I looked at what you've done to them,
and it tears me apart.

I can feel my heart being ripped out,
with out you even bothering to cut a hole.
You've done this before.
non of these heart will ever be whole.

Look at what you've done...
So much blood in one little place
So many hearts never to beat again.
What will you become?

Can you hear me?
I'm calling into your dreams.
I'll have you forever.
I'll haunt you and you'll never see...

Imaginary Monsters
they all have your face
the claw at my chest.
and screaming something i cant hear.

That Blade never looked so tempting
i look away, only to look straight into your eyes.
you give me the last tender death kiss
and I'm hollowed out and suddenly nothing.

I'm laying there,
among the lost and the loved
the bloody hearts and souls
my heart still beating.. but no one can hear...

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