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Created on: June 03, 2010
Crime scene in the mirror
Scars across my heart
Red and ugly
They scathe my flesh
And rot my soul
No longer your gentle maid
For I am filled with vengeance
Wanting to cut you
Yearning to see you bleed for me
Burning with seething hate
Absolutes are all that are visible
Scratch away at your skin
Until I reach your core
Tear away all that you are
Leave you barren
Used me and discarded my love
Like so much refuse
You treated me with distain
While I cried on your shoulder
Leave me and let me die inside
I demand retribution
To split you into ribbons
Smile as the red velvet
Smears across your face
Killing your diseased smirk
I am alone in this domain
Head full of memories
Heart filled with agony
I want to rip it out
And stamp out this longing
Ascending to the stars
I listen to your pleas
Above you so high
Looking down with loathing
Cry for me, drown in your tears
Fallen angels weep for you
As they have not known this fury
Wipe out your spirit
Leave you broken
Listening to the cries of the damned
Eyes that lied
And lips that promised heaven
Arms that I moored my hopes on
Reality was a hurricane
Dashing my dreams to dust
Oblivious to my pain
You pierced my soul
And left an indelible mark
Scrub myself clean
Of your terrible touch
Torture you with my words
Bind you with my emotions
Savor your terror
Submit to my anger
And be rewarded with emptiness
Flip the switch
And you love me no longer
Pass away from my sight
For you are a trespasser here
My love is off limits to you
Dark thoughts circle overhead
As I demand your attention
Crushed to my knees
Under the weight of the knowledge
That my time for revenge is here
In the world of pain
I pray for relief
No more deception
Bleed for you no longer
The world will stand still
Devotion is fleeting
As was your love
Leave me with jagged scars
That do nothing but fuel my anger
For you are nothing in my eyes
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