There is left only pain.
A knife is in the heart.
The hands are soiled with blood,
And memories are lies.
A grief is in my soul,
And tears are not enough
To say how much I'm sorry
I didn't want to kill;
I didn't want to hurt.
There is left only fear
With ignorance and tremble;
Dimmed light left in the eyes
Because it's time to render.
I'm begging you to see:
I didn't want to lie,
But things inside of me…
It's them made me betray
And put my soul on fire.
There is left only sky,
The sky above my head.
Wherever you are now
I know you won't forget.
All changes are for vain;
Excuse is not enough.
No matter what I do
I'll never be excused…
Because I killed our love.
November 18 2014
There is left
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