Forget
In a long and blistering storm, i stood with my arms spread wide.
I had longed for forgiveness, but my heart could not forget.
Pain had become a lone friend of mine.
He fed off me like a seperant with its body clutching my neck.
Yet, It was the only warmth i would ever come to know.
and in my dreary sight i saw a time when i had loved
then it grasps tighter against my wind pipe and i forget once again
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