Saturday, January 22, 2011

Angry Words

my wounds too deep for closure
this love you give is criminal
your words rip at my flesh
goodbye to you is clinical
the closing procedure
to my loves dissection

over-such an angry word
over-cutting to the bone
you said it's over

compassion must be to unreal
in black a heart you must conceal
to you pain is the hero
oh, beautiful the sound of no
leading prey into the night
burning decadent light

never-cutting to the bone
never-such an angry word
i never said it's over

i never said it's over
i never said it's over

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