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Let the red blood
Flow from my temples.
Let the grey angst
Flow from my torments.
Let the plow
Dig up my grave,
If I'd never gave up.
.
Time has passed,
Aeons has been rested.
I keep on living but
I have taken my last breathe,
Waiting for futility.
.
Ahold my chest
It has shed a river.
.
Heart in forsaken slice,
Received a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds.
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So do I keep on the template,
For soul missing contemplates.
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Discretion knows nothing of the pain,
When love dies the memory remains.
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© K-net
# ghosts_of_reflection
November 21, 2016 at 11:19 PM ·