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The sound of your tears hurt me. Like the sound of metal scrapping concrete, Or fingernails on a chalkboard. It’s the anthem to my pain inflicted life. The beat that my bones shake to in the dead of night. The more you cry the more I hurt. Between wiping the tears away and sobbing, All you know is to hold on tight. I don’t want to fight. Your foot steps hurt me, As they fade in to the forbidding darkness Of the worlds unknown depths of pain, Where tears hurt more than words can explain, And your heart no longer burns clear, But black out of fear. Like the rhythm of my meaningless words It drums the beat of my pretend life style. Its becoming hard to fake that smile. I guess I was confused; I want to fight. My fears of your tears taught me to be this way, Isolated and insecure. Now that your done dulling my shine, I guess ill try and walk away fine. Sad to say this lush love has turned to lust, But my fears have gone beyond just your tears. Look deep into my eyes and feel my unseen pain. For that’s the last you’ll see of me, The last I’ll pretend to be. I’m done with your insufferable impairing personality. We don’t have to fight
nightmarelife added this comment 2008-07-25 11:04:06-05:00
...awesome...
nightmarelife added this comment 2008-07-25 11:04:06-05:00
...awesome...