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Author: Sistine the Angel of Hell
Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy/General - Published: 10-29-07 - Updated: 10-29-07 - id:2432245

My Fault

It’s all my fault,

You’ve gone and left,

It’s all my fault,

I wasn’t the best,

Of friend or family,

My sympathy too clouded,

My judgment swayed,

You seemed so far away,

I never thought,

To this it would come,

I wish you still with me,

The damage is done,

What right do you have?

A Life to take?

Play god why don’t you,

And watch my heart break,

The sirens are just as loud,

The lights just as bright,

The day you left,

A smothering sight,

Mangled and torn,

Your body too worn,

And I will never see red,

The same again.

The blame too great,

Of me and my sins,

The pain over paid,

And I’ve given my inch,

The stronger the better,

My heart is but weak,

My mind could have saved,

Us all from this feat.,

So cold and alone,

You were found,

With no where to go,

Death pinned to the ground.

My tears and fears,

Transformed to hate,

Forever and more,

Still to this day,

What right did you have?

A like to be taken,

Go ahead play god,

All memories forsaken.



© Copyright 2007 Sistine the Angel of Hell (FictionPress ID:535296).


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