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TONIGHT'S WOUND
Tonight’s wound bleeds deep Cuts deep to the depths of this desperate soul I watch intently as each drop of blood forms Fills to a tear and falls to the floor released To the same melancholy rhythm of my tears I wish to scream Hoping to release the anger and pain trapped inside my heart Still no matter how hard I try I can’t release a single sound As slowly I choke on the pieces of my own shattered heart As I watch closer Deeper into the forming mass of crimson drops I make out a picture of your face As a movie plays out in sordid detail A replay of your night’s discretions You said you were sorry That I was never meant to see To know It was all just a mistake Just like all those mistakes before Just like yesterday’s wounds Still no longer can I take this betrayal I am and never will be the creature you desire To continue in this life with you only serves to destroy me As each day With each discretion Another piece of me dies Still I love you Still I told you to leave Now I sit alone Surrounded by a growing river of my own creation Suffering the deepest wound of all All by the loss of the love I told to leave Seems the deepest wounds of all Are those we self inflict
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