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BLOODSTAINED TEARS
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One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four.
I watch your blood
Hit the floor.
Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
Eight.
This is the product
Of all my hate.
I slit your throat
Watch blood flow
Don't do it yourself
It'll soften the blow.
You cry for me
My hatred tears
Built from your lies
From over the years.
I slash your throat
I slit your wrists
I enjoy the moment
No, I'm not pissed.
I turn my head
To hide my smile
You're finally gone
And I'm not in denial.
I'll accept all blame
Coz I don't care
I'm just so happy
To know you?re not there.
One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four.
I watched your blood
Hit the floor.
Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
Eight.
You were the product
Of all my hate.
Satan sent me a message
And said that all was well
And he thanked me too for sending
You straight to Hell.
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© TM Conecienti, 2003-02-17
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Comments
There are a number of poems I have written for the person who I frequently write about. Basically, I thought he was a friend, who really fucked my life up, and I have never forgiven him.
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