It twists. Like a knife in my heart
It hurts. Pain iv never known before
An overwhelming sense tears apart
My heart ceases to feel another
I never understood what you see in reason
I watch her eyes wonder i think i love her
As magic as life can cruelly be
A desperate vision entrances my minds view
As desperation and black is all i see
To devote myself to a future i can't imagine or feel
Hurts more than the stabbing beat of my chest
Nothing feels right or even real
In a fiction i am written to die tonight
The hand that writes my fate trembles
The author with a blank look ceases to write
My story ends in a blank clear page
Her emotions to fearful to write anymore
Her pain to real to feel and full of rage
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