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Die tonigh for love
so
as the days passes by
daydreams are blinded
by the awareness of reality
fragments of moments
evanescent pictures
though
never thought emptiness
could be so hollow
the crack in the floor
that absorbs the
last peaces of live
like the heart carved
with the stabbing knife
the wound drowning
in its own blood
as so are you
tearing me apart
pushing me away
with lies and excuses
your words just
don’t compare
with your acts
know the heart
is bleeding
wounds so deep
lifeless
you can’t even
imaging