It seems like murder-suicide I'm afraid.
by Frostilina on February 13, 2011Stress quickens pace in my heart,
Slowed beating when heartbreak starts.
Beaten up, black and blue,
My little friend has nothing to do.
All I know is it's sick.
All I know is I'm sick of you.
The silence rises.
And as the lightning crashes,
A broken promise is spilled among our remains..
I'll be glad I left with you.
Because without you, I'd be insane.
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