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You're Cold Black Heart

By Whisperer, O'Fallon, IL

Look at my back
The wounds are all there
Knives in my chest
No breath to spare

Blood runs down
Pumping to the rhythm
Of a broken heart
That lies in my chest

Look at this mess
These knives in my back
You twist them
And turn them
Every chance you get

Tears run down my face
I scream
“Why do you keep
doing this to me?!”

You turn and smile wickedly
“It’s what I do best.
You see,
I have no intention
Of letting you go.

I’ll keep stabbing
And cutting
And torturing you.
I’ll keep doing it because
You love me, don’t you?

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