22 July 2011

The End

Break my heart
Steal my soul
Lock me up
For growing cold.

In your eyes
I saw her there
Gently playing
With your hair.

Tell me lies
Call me blind
Remind me how
You’ve been so kind.

Perhaps I should
Be grateful then
Tell myself
It’s not the end?

In the silence
Softly waiting
Madness watches
Me for taking.

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