Singing for Death

My heart it sings for Love

Far away from this bitter place

to feel a lovers hand

wipe a tear from my face

How can I be so weak

tripped to the stony ground

I stand with bloody hands

Blood Dripping to the ground

The pain that courses through

Is only to be strengthened by

a Round-house kick to the face

I'm left crying to die

As tear mixes with blood

and pain amplified by love

My face touches face

With my stony resting place

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its how I see love

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