Ruthless
I am not afraid to keep on living.
For I know if I die. I'll only be giving.
Them what they want.
Their secrets are bleeding.
Through the shirt that he wore.
I could hear the beating.
The ruthless and cold
thud thud
so deceiving
They'll say what you want just to keep you believing
Rip out your heart just feel it stop beating
But before you dare to ever stop breathing
Realize what you're feeding.
angelchaser commented on Ruthless
01-11-2011
01/11/2011
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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