I tend to forget this exists.

Feb 26, 2006 02:14

This is Love...

Turn away my scorched heart
Force my bleeding soul to the depths.
I know you wish to see me gone
I can feel your blackened mind
Pushing all of me toward the end.

You have no heed for my thoughts
You care naught for me
I stand alone.
But, I am here, burning slowly
In the hell you manufactured
So I can still meet your gaze
And find my life.
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