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Let you feel my tears
fall on your cold black heart,
on the night when the moon is full and blue,
and the trees whisper into the air.
You fall into a salty warm pool,
only to find me at the bottom,
my eyes dry and red.
You try to grab me and pull me up toward the blue moon,
out of the pool,
but you can't seem to get a hold of me.
When you finally grasp my arm it has cuts on it,
bleeding onto my arm but not into the pool.
You look at it for a while, then try to pill me up,
but my arm falls of into ashes.
So you hold onto my body and raise me out of the pool,
though when we get out of the pool I still rise,
I rise to the blue moon and then fall crashing down on you.
That's when you wake up sweat racing across your face.
You look at the t.v. and see the news,
you see pictures of me while the reporter talks about me,
about my suicide. I bled to death.
All over me is writing in blood,
the reporter states that what I wrote on myself was:
"Let you feel my tears fall on your
cold black heart".

♥ Chum Chum