Wednesday, February 13, 2008

unending, ending

The knife has spoken the words of bitter love taken out of the heart taken out of the soul
no more i love you will be spoken
not with the sun dead in the soul
no more words spoken at night
to a knight in shining armor
who has all but goes into a faded mystery of dust

the knife of bitterness of hatred
faded into darkness faded into memory
'memory of good memory of bad

the knife cuts the wrist to bleed
freely again to bleed of the feeling again

of a knight who is know dust
in the memory of a torn out worn out soul

no more i love you
no more anything..

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