Fingres Like Daggers
After the Burial
Your feminine fingers are like daggers
Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke
My scars unravel cruel history
Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses
In your eyes I see
Wasted tears for wasted years
And heartache
Heartfelt for granted
You left me with nothing
But the desire to overcome
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ
But keep it with you, a trophy for yourself
Still you linger for another gaze
Die away from me
I won’t stand by while you plague the air
With your lies and deception
My shirt stained crimson
From long nights of anguish
These scars are forever
But this won’t be eternity
Eternity
Eternity
You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears
I will drown you
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