|" I Need Directions To The Bloodbank"
By Soulfade the Ghost on 12/14/2006
Every word you screamed at me, every " I told you so"-
Only broadened my wounds, my essence is draining slow/
You hurl threats like children without stopping to think-
They latch on to me like leeches to have a drink/
You hated when I pointed out the evil things you do-
But there is no band-aid big enough to cover this boo-boo/
I'm sick of this constant badgering from a hypocrite/
All those false statements to my wounds, are ripping it/
And the feeling that you lack, that I thought was love-
Is making me light-headed from the loss of blood/
Three years down the spiral, now you despise me-
Please send for help because I need an I.V./
I'm glad that you cheated, it came at no suprise-
Even though your killing me, thank you...
For opening my eyes/
Nothing left but contempt and angst aimed at you-
Because I gave 300%, nothing to YOU/
My attempts at romance and even to slow-dance-
Was like a snow man walking in hell-no chance/
So I bid you farewell, my love, but the truth-
Is I'm going to die if I don't find a bloodbank soon/
Have a nice life.
Soulfade The Broken Ghost
The Ghost says...
Keep focus, keep tempo.
And trust in the way the wayward wind blows you.
© By Soulfade the Ghost On 12/14/2006 10:36:02 AM