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Author: ICaughtFire
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Tragedy/Drama - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-14-07 - Updated: 01-14-07 - Complete - id:2304306

This Wretched Romance (The Soul Killer)

I can't quite taste the bitterness on my tongue
It's moments like this when I wish to be numb
I know the whole world can see my ignorance
Oh how my heart reeks of your indifference

I carry myself away from your shining eyes
Somehow, I'm not surprised--
I swear that I'll be fine
If only I could think of anything else
I wouldn't want to hurt myself
In your presence I'm weak, your gaze is my anemia
Sucking me dry, making me cold and pale
I'm not used to feeling this frail... inside
It's as if any moment I could break in two
While this heart still beats for you

This gut-wrenching pain is how I thrive
At least now I know that I am alive
And though it's too much to bear
I can still get lost in your eyes that stare

I carry myself away from your beautiful hands
Maybe someday I will understand
Why I feel so connected to you
Why I never objected to you
In your presence I feel so far away
You changed like night and day

You said you wanted me, said you needed me, now what am I to you?
You say you miss me, you long to kiss me, what am I to you?

This gut-wrenching pain is killing me
At least I know this is how it should be
And though I can't stop crying
I know that all along, you were lying

I carry myself away from your captivating heart
Wishing we could have gotten a better start
Now I have to begin letting you go
And crush these feelings before they grow
In your presence I feel so dead
Never could read the thoughts in your head
I feel some relief now that I know it's done
But I can't help wanting to run
It's as if I'm falling down
And I don't know if I'm going to be caught, or drown.


Author's Note: Here it is, the song of my unavoidable ignorance. And with it, my recovery begins.



© Copyright 2007 ICaughtFire (FictionPress ID:484358).


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