knife in my back, the scars shall never go away.

vomit on the floor, the lump was to large.

Pain in my chest, the knife is poking through.

touch it with your wrists it will only hurt a bit.

four at once, to great to take the defendent of the criminal and the innocent.

the stupidity is equal to the square of pain.

3 leagues under the ground, dispairing for the weak.

Promises filled with cracks, oozing the fowl stench of betrayal.

My heart was shot by his arrow, the arrow that kept my life, he pulled it from my chest, my loved poured out.

Broken from love by force, broken from friendship by betrayal.

brain says "Tell me my dear friend what the difference between pain and love is?" heart responds "I cannot tell right now"

Stick your finger in my wound, does it still have the love in it or just the blackness of pain?