As I descend these stairs of my mind.
Suddenly, it dawns on me.
Leaving the cruelty of life behind.
This is the way it was meant to be.
No matter the depth they take me to.
Wanting to be torn apart.
Always remembering the pain from you.
It does rival the depth of my heart.
Created by the years that you stole.
You used me as you saw fit.
The endless agonizing hole.
Lost love has burned in it.
Skrevet d.
31. oktober 2005, 18:55
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