Have you ever wondered why
I'm still around you sweeping up the tears
That fall like broken crystal beads
In the blood stains on the floor
The more I try to hide my pain
The more you get under my skin
It's worse when you deny me
I'm a slave to your every whim
And still I keep coming back for more
It's killing me every time I do
But the truth is harder to even admit
I'm dying just for you
Christ! I'm dying more and more for you
Author notes
Option 4: I'm dying of you.
A contest entry
- prose poetry by obfuscate.
333 points, ended May 20, 2008, 11 entries
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