Mesmerized by a vision of you.
I should have known, t'would never be true.
A vision of beauty, future looked bright.
Lo, by heartache I look away, I fight.
Thorns tear skin, pain bleeds through.
Washing away each thought of you.
Each smile I fake when seeing thee,
Though gladly I'd die upon bent knee.
Tear this heart open and bleed me dry.
Each tattered memory, an uttered cry.
I watched one peaceful night of sleep,
Lo, in the morning who knew I'd weep?
The smell of thy skin upon me lingers.
Thy warm embrace, slipped through my fingers.
Deep pain within, love no doubt.
Give me the strength to cut it all out.
Lo, I sleep hollow upon shadow and thorn.
Upon crimson roses I lay, tattered and torn.
Dig me a tomb, my sacred place.
The last gleaming vision, Thy sweet face.
Hold me close as this crimson runs dry.
Tears fall upon flesh, thou utters "Why?"
Here I lay upon my grand throne.
Deep within dungeons of dis pare I'm thrown.
-Brittany Wilson

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