I stand here silent there before you…. your tears, they mean nothing to me….
It seems as though you fear me…taking your life…?
Your life is so small and insignificant, it holds no meaning at all….
You soul is so corrupt, I want to cry at the beauty of it….
You have fallen into the despair of anger, and you have murdered someone dear….
It sleeps dormant inside me, and as I wake it slows fades and rides away to become lost….
Like a lullaby sung long ago it repeats brokenly….
Just like me, it is hollow….
I can’t wait until this suffocating pulse can be released….
And no one remembers your slowly fading memory….
This heart beat imitates life….
They seemed so dark and it held no gleam….
And yet, I had watched you and felt the stinging of water behind my eyes….
And when my lips touch yours slowly….
I realize I want to save you….
So I will slowly raise you up with me, into the cold arms, and warm fingers of my heart….
So leave you’re last lullaby behind as you’re good-bye, and watch as I cry….
| You love how dead inside she is and want to save her from it so you kill her? Thats what i got out of it anyway.|
I am so impressed with how you paint a picture for my mind.I dont know any tech terms for writing all i know is what i like and dont like.This i like.When i read something i want to be able to see what it is. You do that very well.
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