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As I lay on the floor, my blood running clear

I reach out my hand, and suddenly you appear

Your untouched face, your unloving eyes

That gentle smile that I so much despise

You deepen my wound, my blood soaks the floor

All you did was caress my flesh, yet it tore

Rotting inside, with illusions of hate

Killing my dreams till everything's much too late

Love like a blade, cutting me deep

Stealing my soul, all the benefits you reap

Lies your dagger, stabbed into my eyes

Your room filling up with my screams and my cries