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EyeOfHavoc

Published: Oct 5, 2011

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Broken hearts hold their hands to me-
Begging on their fallen knees.

_{They think they need me,}
Confessing false love so honestly.

How naive can they be?!

Calling-
_{Allowing my stone blue eyes to cast down at thee.}

I freeze.

All those eyes-
_{They cry at me,}
At my obvious feelings.

How can I turn my back on thee?

_{Let their bones rot through their unmended knees,}
The tears upon their sunken cheeks freeze from my heart's cruelty.

I push my hands into my agonized face-
_{Ripping at my own cheeks,}
I hear them scream with me.

I cannot choose-
_{Cannot right the wrong.}

This is my destruction,
And here I fall.

Loneliness awaits

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