The cauldron of my soul
boils with sorrow
seasoned in spite
I was once the star of an angel's eye
I was his princess
now dethroned
Whatever happened, I do not know
Blanketed in streams of sadness
I lay
and I promised
but I disappoint myself
I look in mirrow
and I see a witch
Condemn me
burn me
despise me
spurn me
Let my spirit free
Caress my body
and feel the bullet-holes beneath your fingertips
Do not shed a tear
Do not cry
Don't stop and ask yourself
Why God? Why?
Better to hurt for a moment
than to hurt forever on
A life to be lived in sadness
is a life to never fulfill
So help me cease this disease
this disease called love
Kiss me one more time
brush the hair from my face
and unclasp my hardened leash

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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