Another hole in the heart
another mouthfull of blood
another handfull of my pulsating organs,
these are for you.
I did this for you.
because of you.
I am not alive
I died when you left
I slept do death
after months of insomnia.
I despise the connections,
and the love and the feelings
that I thought would make me whole
From a grown man with a loving heart,
to a cold corps with piss for insides.
Who would have thought?
10/25/07 4:16
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