To my heart,

i feel the the blood dripping out of my gashing scars,

so know i know why i feel sorrow,

i get up every morning, think how i am gonna kill my self tomorrow

my weakest disires subsiding to shadow and illusion.

my fate is decided i scream in vain,

my razor blade cutting deep into my vein

im sorry for seeing the nights true dove,

in search of the girl i once loved, 

 i told myself ill never love again,

even now as i write with my blood seeping down my pen,

ill do part with these words,

i loved her till the end.

-dedicated to Brittany Flores

november 12 2006 

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