if you do not want me love,
breathe me those sad words and
let them stay with me
i shall love you until your wilted- death shatters
the crystal- like aura around you with its sharp glass pieces stabbing,
making my fingers writhe
with blood and cuts to hang across my fingers like the ache across my heart
the curse i have, the constant hex hex hexing
of my heart who shuts everything out;
there is only you on the inside, standing alone and dazed,
longing for the outside, a little captive under my jar- heart
a sort of sickness this is, i expect the pain,
i expect it to rain across me with a constant burn like
your good- bye, your two perfect syllables have left me
drowning in my suicide- tears

07/15/2004

Posted on 07/16/2004
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