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| Loss, Depression |
Never so cruel the cry within
Never such a sense of violated presence
Impossibly diminishing a shade of a former self.
The kind of despair I have
Know I have received in waves
Drowning with no key to lock.
Tears do fall upon my face.
They are cold, they are tears of blood
They fall like rain.
Tears of blood fall down my face;
I taste the fear, it is pure hell.
Somebody must have some answers
'Cause tears of blood are all I see.
Somebody must have an answer for me.
The memories come back time and again,
The tears are poison;
The pain is sharp, it cuts like a knife.
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| Lost Love, Sadness |
The pain binds me like ropes,
I try to stand again, it stains like a black tattoo.
Crimson are the tears like long red ribbons,
The wounds on my soul; if only you knew.
The sun falls from a broken world no words are said;
Clouds reflect my tears of blood, dyed murky red.
===by Kelly O'Hara (26th May, 2014) ===
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