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You have my blood,
Upon your blade,
You have my life-force,
Within your hands,
Cut - I am,
These wounds so deep,
Tearing me apart,
This blood is seeping,
A million daggers,
Straight through my heart,
Piercing my soul,
Pulling me under,
Drowning me in this,
Flood of mirrored tears,
Reflection of my past,
Seen in my furture,
All this pain becoming reality,
I fall down into this pit of dispair,
All around me - these shattered pieces,
Reminding me of glass,
This mirror broken,
Slicing at my skin,
Hands pushing me up,
My face all bloodied these brusies surfacing,
It's a fight till death,
And I'm losing this battle,
I'm so sick of this life,
All this shit that's so unfair,
So fucked up,
So pathetically destroyed,
A cynical smile spread across my face,
It's not because of you, my dear...
It's been a long time comming,
From my first fake poem,
Unto my last,
Lies, deciet, broken promises,
All so hopless like this flame flickering inside me,
One sigh of the wind,
And I'm gone,
Too weak to stand all on my own,
Too proud to take a lending hand,
Too stubborn to care,
I'm so lost and this map is all torn,
My hope in you was real,
Oh, so real that you broke my heart,
This trust - like a game, I fell back into your arms,
So caught in this embrace,
I didn't realise it was fake,
So this is where I land,
My face all bloody and bruised,
Tears mixed, and this smile across my face,
I chose to fall...