Love is suicide
Love is suicide
Tied and bound...
Right down to my core...
Barbed wire tied so tight around my heart...
Blood Flowing like acid thru my viens..
A feeling so immense..
A feeling so strong..
Can you hear my screams?
This love is killing me...
This love is saving me can you see my smiles?
So free one moment...
So bound and tainted the next...
A love so pure...
But deadly to the feel...
Can you see it?
Its sickening each and everyone one of you and me.
Why can't anyone see?
That love is not what its cut out to be...
Can't you see?
Maybe one day it'll grant you the..
Maybe on day then youll see...
That love is always the drug that is always calling the...
And maybe you'll feel what it did to me...
The slowest form of suicide...
For thats the gift love has granted upon me.
It has sickened me right down to my soul...
And because of it..
I know what it is like to truly die...
To truly live..
To truly cry..
To truly smile..
To truly feel...
by
AngelIndeedposted on 05/30/2008
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