I cried a river, the river was blood,
it flowed from my eyes, and fell into the dust,
I crawled on my belly, my heart broken and crushed,
I felt the pain of my soul as it crumbled to dust,
I felt the cruel fingers of fate grip my throat,
its fingers as ice as they crushed out my breath
to hold me down captive and rip the heart from my chest
to drink from my soul, til it was empty and cold,
to torture my mind as memories unfold,
of the bittersweet lies and the eyes that betrayed,
the heart that had opened and begged to be saved,
it screamed out in need and with a touch it did flame,
hotter then the poker that branded my flesh...
tears fill my eyes as the blood it does flow,
stealing the breath and beat of the heart,
as the love is left shattered and broken to bits ,
but fates icy fingers have ended the pain...........

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