StabbedA Poem by Death
I feel it,
deep inside. Burning like fire, with a siring pain. A sharp metal, inches inside my chest. Yet its all imaginary, in the realist aspect. I fall to the ground, and scream out loud. The pain is breath taking, unrealistic and insane. I want it all to go back to the old ways, to a time where we used to know. A time where you weren't stabbing me, deeper and deeper with every breath you take. I trusted you, and you trust me. But nothing will ever be the same. Now that your dagger is six inches in my chest. You'll regret it, but I won't take you back. How could I, when its sticking out of my chest. I still love you with everything I have, it's just that nothing will be the same, now that you've gone and screwed things up. It'll take a lot to get me back, so good luck. Just be careful not to drag that dagger farther down, and ruin me forever.
© 2012 DeathFeatured Review
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