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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #664447
This poem is not for the faint at heart.
Blood and Vinegar
My blood seems so dry,
spreading on your kitchen floor.
My heart seems so frail,
beating its last beats.
My love seems so lost,
drowning in your heart.
And my life seems so dead,
suffering from all your hate.

Blood and Vinegar,
hatred is all you have.
Blood and Vinegar,
These drugs aren't doing me good.
Blood and Vinegar,
Take away what's inside
and leave me no life!

I try so hard to make things OK,
more I tried, more I failed;
something's not right.
Why is everything I do not right?
I will just give up,
guess, there is no need to try!

Blood and Vinegar,
now you can see,
Blood and Vinegar,
I just couldn't let go, and let things be.
Blood and Vinegar,
you crumbled my soul,
and now I can't find the light.

You told me,
that taking my life with my own hands was selfish,
but I did it anyways.
You hurt me beyond anyone's means!
I couldn't take the silence that became,
but I will let it remain forever,
with the last sound of my gun!

Blood and Vinegar,
now can you ignore me?
Blood and Vinegar,
now will you always remember me?
Blood and Vinegar,
that lonely girl you could have saved,
though, you choose not too.

You watch me,
die on your kitchen floor.
Your white tile red from my blood
and you see the tears that are dried on my cheeks;
the tears that flowed so freely before.
What's life without your love?

Blood and Vinegar,
let my soul fly away.
Blood and Vinegar,
leave all this hurt.
Blood and Vinegar,
...and leave me no life.
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