by Erin Leger

Created on: April 30, 2009

Pacing...
Footsteps echo through the night
Doors thrown closed
Violently against the night
To keep me out
Them away from harm
Isolate me in the cold
I lack the strength to fight
Against restrictions placed
On my thirsting flesh

The throbbing of my veins
In time with my weak heart
Staring through your window
As you slit your wrists
To blind me with furry
To kill my reason
To tempt my soul
You torment me

Blood runs down your arm
Delicate flesh
Pierced on your blade
To loose the crimson torrent
That breaks my spirit
Reduces my composure
To tears of grief
That I may not take your
Beautiful liquid life
The light from within you
Will not brighten my existance

I cry
Not for you, beauty
But for myself
That I may not die here
In this empty garden
Under that forsaken starlight

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