I never
I never thought it would hurt that much,
let the blood flow from my wound,
I did it,
I sink into a chair and watch as I draw a map to my heart,
can you feel my heart beat?
Look into my eyes do you see what I see?
Is there any good in my eyes?
No there is not,
strange days paint the clouds grey and blue,
tears fall from angels eyes in anguish,
a dead body lays in the road as flowers pour in the air,
a kiss to sleep my love
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