Monday, August 14, 2006


A tale as old as time,
As soon as your guard is down,
The enemy penetrates and rips
Apart everything inside.
Taking only what he wants,
Leaving behind, chaos,
Destruction, and death.
If you look closely, you can see,
The trail of blood from my heart,
That he ripped out and took with him.

Love is a war in the battlefields of life.
Love can not be trusted.
For it was love that did this to me.
He is out there, looking for his next victim.


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