The Night Love Murdered Me
Blood pours from an open wound on my chest,
It seems that she got the best,
Of my heart,
Sliced open, by her knife, skin now lives apart,
And slowly with dying eyes I stare,
At her cold eyes that show no care,
Once to me, she was a beauty,
but now she's driving stainless steel through me,
She never used to be this cold,
Or maybe my tongue has become too bold,
To utter such a lie, word for word,
People would laugh if they ever heard,
Me calling her a fair maiden,
because she's the one who made them,
Dead as I am now..
Understand I write this from my grave,
While I still bleed from the whole she staved,
And salty tears drip from blind sockets,
My life no longer rockets,
Above and beyond the line of depression,
Cause tonight was the night, my friends,
The night Love murdered me...
It seems that she got the best,
Of my heart,
Sliced open, by her knife, skin now lives apart,
And slowly with dying eyes I stare,
At her cold eyes that show no care,
Once to me, she was a beauty,
but now she's driving stainless steel through me,
She never used to be this cold,
Or maybe my tongue has become too bold,
To utter such a lie, word for word,
People would laugh if they ever heard,
Me calling her a fair maiden,
because she's the one who made them,
Dead as I am now..
Understand I write this from my grave,
While I still bleed from the whole she staved,
And salty tears drip from blind sockets,
My life no longer rockets,
Above and beyond the line of depression,
Cause tonight was the night, my friends,
The night Love murdered me...
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