My eyes are sore; unblinking.
They can't anymore tell between night and day.
When I said I could give my life for you;
I hadn't meant you to actually take it away.
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Sparks in the Dark
PoetrySome words mingled and intertwined to what we call poetry. Highest Rank: #4 in Poetry (no intention of further continuation)
Murdered.
My eyes are sore; unblinking.
They can't anymore tell between night and day.
When I said I could give my life for you;
I hadn't meant you to actually take it away.
