Looking at the wall,
He Shouldn't be able to live,
Too close of a call,
The once blood on his hands one should never forgive.
A night of thinking,
Looking back on his pathetic mind,
His heart was sinking,
Eluded by time.
He may feel a little,
But it really doesn't matter,
For his heart is all too brittle,
And tonight it may shatter.
Lurking in the corner of his eyes,
Is temptation,
A room full of broken sighs,
Lost in translation.
He knows thy truth,
He she will never love,
By the skin of his tooth,
He drowns out his visions of.
He won't allow,
Himself to be forgave,
Broken promises shouldn't endow.
To forget is far too grave.
Some wounds don't heal with time,
One can never be happy when they live in lie,
He wrote this rhyme to remind,
One can't trust he whose own promise he may defy.
Please just write him off,
He does not deserve,
He's nothing more then a pesky cough,
Who need not be preserved.
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