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See the scarlet
splattered on the ground like deep red paint.
You took everything from me.
And what's left?
No, not sorrow.
In this empty corpse, there is no sadness,
no regret, no remorse,
no more longing for love that you couldn't give back.
There's nothing but hate,
burning and consuming,
threatening to eat away my very being if I don't pay you back.
And I will,
oh I will.
For all this pain,
for all the shattered pieces of what used to be my heart...
I'll pay you back.
Every
Last
Piece.
 Crows In Chains · Mon Jul 19, 2010 @ 10:40pm · 2 Comments |
