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Author: Mornie Utule
Fiction Rated: T - English - General - Published: 09-26-05 - Updated: 09-26-05 - id:2015373

Carve my face one more time

Begin to write another stupid rhyme

Pain wracking through my body

Feeling and becoming the word nobody

Confused and cold with tender ice

Not understanding why I pay the price

Stabbed through the heart without a knife

What has altered the thing I call my life

This will be the last time I see you snicker

As you look over my body and bicker

I will feel the cold rain that falls

Such a feeling that makes my skin crawl

Grief and mourn until there is nothing left

Left alone to accuse you of theft

Leaving me empty and hollow

Took my heart and allowed you to swallow

Scream loud and hear it’s echo

Thrash about; a shallow ostinato

Not a soul left of me now

Feel the darkness make it’s vow

Too much sorrow and tears shed

This is what happens when all love is dead



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