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She looked at me through tear laced lashes.

Bleeding, still, from the cuts and gashes.

That  covered her once angelic face.

The scent of her blood I could taste.

Tears leaked from her blood shot eyes.

When she spoke, her words were full of lies.







To many time I have took pity on her.

The saddness in her voice always made me hurt.

Should i care that it is blood we share?

Or should I let her die before they take my soul?





She kills me each time she looks into my eyes.

I know the feeling inside me will never die.

Pure love is what I have for her.

But no amount of love could cure

The pain she brings to me.

      



To many time I have took pity on her.

The saddness in her voice always made me hurt.

Should i care that it is blood we share?

Or should I let her die before they take my soul?



Each time she runs off with a different man.

And when they hit, In my arms she lands.

I hold her close as a friend.

But as a human I have to push her away.

Because in my arms she cant always stay.

  



To many time I have took pity on her.

The saddness in her voice always made me hurt.

Should i care that it is blood we share?

Or should I let her die before they take my soul?



The errie cry of the pitiful girl i once knew, lingers in my ears.

And it all stared right here, where i stand,where i live and where i sleep.

This world doesn't offer second chances.

You have to fight for those presios second glances.

So I sent her  back into the world as  a warrior in a battle.

I can only pray for a victory so women will no loger be hearded by men like cattle.

But if the war is lost, will I want to catch her when she falls?



To many time I have took pity on her.

The saddness in her voice always made me hurt.

Should i care that it is blood we share?

Or should I let her die before they take my soul?