The pages in front of me are blank,
My eyes have adjusted but i have none to thank.
Your kisses are embedded in my soul so deep,
to think of you is to guarantee a lost sleep.
My tears are not normal, their clear has turned red,
the color scares me, and to the dark night i be led.
Don't forget that day, where you lost your control,
when you stabbed me in the back, you never finished your parole.
Grab the stitches of my wound, and pull them with your might,
the screams echo, so loud, while my throat is tight.
Sing your lullaby of death, be careful with your pitch,
and sing the final note as you throw me in the ditch.
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