'My soul is yours to keep.'
By blackheart
Point me in correct direction, Drill my heart for love, Bleed me dry of all affection, Keep my soul to touch... When your feeling down or empty, It's okay you know... i don't mind. Because, as you know, afterall... I am afriad to lose you, I couldn't bear to miss that touch, Every time your near me, I want that pain so much. But eyes so feint, they're drifting, Upon a sea of hate it seems, Wishing you dead... (Well, gone at least), SLIDE YOUR BLADE UPON ME put your cheek against my mouth. FEEL MY EFFORT WRITHING as my last breath pushes out. But, i suppose; The bad be gone at last, My hurt will end my love, The hate can go, indeed; rest in peace... My heart has had enough. My soul is yours to keep. Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 03:46 AM PST, harry luck 18 • 0 • 10
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