13 August 2005

inside

And you know thoughts can kill,
Stab as sharp as any knife;
Yes, you knew it and still
You drained our bond of life.

I can't much longer survive
All the pain I tried to hide.
It started eating me alive,
I have to tear it from my inside.

Not even anger is mine to own:
I need to spit it out in ink,
So now everyone is shown
How I feel and what I think.

For a moment - heart on my sleeve.
You may book a sightseeing ride
Before I get up and leave
And tear you from my inside.

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