bait me, please
I have heard whispered
from your bottomless soul
a remorse... an unwanting
a sacrifice I have held in your hair
eyes saturated with the ache of love
while I watched you go away
death was tender with you
by making me suffer so
forbidden to follow you
death be damned
I will find you
Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.06.06)
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