Dec 262010
 

Very, very, very OLD one.

Kiss Me My Dear

As I sit in this desolate place,
Chained to the walls of my fear,
No smile shines upon my face,
Only, a tear.

Emotions change rapidly on the outside,
Feeling I can no longer control.
In this desolate place I hide,
No longer taking the role.

The pain I can no longer explain.
Times were happy for you and I
Til your death brought the pain,
Now to forget you I can only try.

For you were very dear to me
A friend to confide in
A friend, for whom as it may be
I commit my final sin.

Kiss me my dear, for now I take my life.
Don’t object, it’s too late, I’ve already raised the knife.

~Kryson

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