Was it my blood you smelt or the wounds I inflicted?
That metal, that heartless blood
Told you I would answer the call of an ailing heart,
But you didn't know how bitter your blow would be
When you pinned me down by a spear through my chest,
Because you've never really felt the sting of a rope against your neck.
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Symptoms
PoetryYou were sinking so you tied me to your lies And I sunk with you the difference is I drowned ...
