Coup de Grace

January 19, 2015

Don’t spare me once, oh fast not twice

A coup de grace of grace and lies

Freezing faintly beating cold heart of ice

Grace me one last look from those distant eyes

A coup de grace because you love me so

Or not, but I’ll always never know

Just fast for me I plead

Because of you I’ll gladly bleed

A coup de grace you lie me down leaving

It’s always the wrongs that give the rights meaning

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