Empty

Over and Over I say it's not worth it when you take it all.
Yet I come crawling back for more.
The bitter taste of you is so addicting,
that I become intoxicated by the soul I adore.
She holds the flowers dead and wilted,
in a vase filled with blood.
I've cried for you until my eyes have bled,
but it still is not enough.
That cold bank stare you give me kills,
behind those once ardent eyes.
God heard you swear youloved me.
I only heard the usual lie.

by Babigurlbroken
posted on 05/08/2008