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Another of my older poems, hopefully I will be inspired soon. |
| Cut straight through my heart, And torture all my wounds, For as empty as they are that would be a start Pick apart my soul And shatter my sanity Neither of which are whole Feast upon my pain And torment my desires Until there's nothing left to gain Kill my only mind And pick apart my life Leaving nothing left to find You've torn apart my brain And ended my desires Now I feel no pain |