Protecting My Precious One
Contributed by
lonely_kakashi
on
Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 07:50:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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My blade is ready,
I am calm before the storm,
I am surrounded, my precious in the middle,
my blood begins to race, adrenaline begins to flow,
my heart fills with hatred,
no-one gets my precious, NO-ONE!
My body pulsing with hate,
two decades stored, seeping out now it is,
control im loosing,
I let the anger flow,
my bomb armed, my blade sharp and ready,
the attack i will be ready,
then a friendly face i see,
yet his eyes tell different,
he comes for me,
my blade is swung, a cut had been made,
i open my eyes, my friend in front of me,
unharmed he is, yet torn flash i heard,
look down do i, now the blade i see,
my precious killed me, backstabbed i have been,
this is too much, the crowd dissipates into darkness,
my friend and precious remain,
walk off in the distance they do,
hand in hand as they go,
i am alone now, backstabbed and broken,
I die cold and lonely!
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