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Thanks to her

Contributed by stateofgray on Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 07:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Tributes

Oh yeah , I’m disappointed
Its like
She drilled her hands into my heart.
Yo, this really sucks
To feel pain without feeling it.
My body may not bleed by the wounds
She inflicted,
But my soul is bleeding,
And nothing will make it stop.
I’m not dead, but I am
I am bleeding to a cold, painful death.
I will die,
As I die,
My body cannot shed a tear
The deadness of the soul cannot cry.
I feel myself being sucked out
As if by an invisible vacuum cleaner
Taking everything out ..
It hurts to see myself slipping away
My past, future, wishes,
Are taken by a vacuum sway.
I am empty and although I may
Still live, I am dead

Have you ever…
Drank the liquid out of a bottle?
The physical substance of the bottle
Is still intact.
But, the substance that made the bottle
Illusive and full of life
Is gone and the bottle is just empty.
I lost my illusive aura.
She sunk her fangs into me
She drank the liquid out of my bottle.

I don’t know the feelings
That I
Used to feel.
My book had been read
My banana has been peeled
I no longer have a purpose
I no longer have my zeal.
She told me I had fire in my eyes
That is what she wanted I guess, my fire.
She wooed me, she became my Venus, I desired
But then she just became a narcotic vice
And the vacuum of her, my blood has turned to ice
Blue, dying, and boring.
I have nothing to offer
I am as vacant as a room filled with air,
I am nothing, cold

I am dead
I don’t care if I die again.
Even though I still walk
And even though I still talk
And my body still functions
And “alive” by all assumptions
My soul has left my body
And as long as my soul is gone
And way from my body
I don’t care if I die
May a 2nd death kill me, because I
Have nothing
I am empty, I am dead, I have gone
And in me I have no strength to muster
And move on.
She took it
She used it up
She is ignorant to my pain
Her fickle mind brought my end
The sickle the end brought
Because of the love for her I sought
Because of her everything's been driven
All I had , gone, all I could have given
Everything i am is now a "were"
and its all thanks to her

Copyright Â© stateofgray ... [ 2003-05-20 19:05:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Thanks to her (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Tuesday, 20th May 2003 @ 08:19:03 PM AEST
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Your friend is annoying..Don't let her
have your soul...Until you give it away,
It's yours. Therefore don't give it away

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