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Tears fall down as I look back and watch my life crumble before me
Like a glass thrown to the ground, shattered and scattered all around
Pieces unseen and blood drips from my feet
As I walk over the broken glass that is my life

Pain, hurt, strained, thorn, sliced open

Lay me down on a bed of roses
let its thorns pierce me deep
till death picks me up 
blood trickling down
to the root of the flower
stains the ground and
leave it as a sign 
that life was taken
At its will.


The lovepoet.