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Old 09-24-05, 12:26 AM   #6
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Do Re Mi
 
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her consience is dead, dead as the love she once had
two hearts entwined but in truth it was a lie
her vital organ ripped in two as the words came upon her ears
'its over' followed by tears and a trembling in her knees
she fell to the ground at once face white as the clouds above
as he turned his back, she too turned her back on the world
no longer a word... language was a forgotten past
emotions whiped from her eyes now a black stare return
the look of hatred in her sight a path to madness she walks
her mind runs fast not even a moments time to think
thoughts of the unspeakable a sin to end all sins
with a stroke of her instrument... she writes

'dear mother....'

not a word in her mind can describe what she need say
a stroke of ink once more... still not but two words...
she realized the only way... not words but with action
she shall explain her torment with an expression of pain
her hearts blood runs cold, a blade gently presented to flesh
a single motion....


a tear runs down a face once dry as the veins of kin
a black veil to conceal the pain wich resides in all who attend
this love will not end... continuing through death and departure
stone engraved with a name, never to be forgotten
a daughters pain now passed on to her mother
now left with no one to cherish... a birth made void
all she has now is her tears and a note... 'dear mother'
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