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Bruises fade,

as wounds, they heal.

But scars remain,

inside, to feel.



They were cruel,

not stopping flood.

Left me in pools,

of my own blood.



(Without you, I’d be dead and judged.)



They ripped my heart,

tore my soul.

Broke me apart,

brutal, unforgiving hold.



They burned my skin,

raped my mind.

Something akin,

to silver lined.



(Without you, I’d be dead and resigned.)



You were gentle pain,

heaven personified.

I asked, what gain?

Please, let me die.



You didn’t go,

but slowly lifted.

You whispered no,

as green eyes sifted.



(Without you, I’d be dead and drifted.)



Through the soul,

long since dead.

You conquered lies,

put truth in this head.



You helped me revive,

when they threw me away.

Now, I’m alive,

with words to say.



(Without you, I’d be dead and gray.)



You laid me down,

after tiring blades.

They had me bound,

now, no more charades.



You touched open veins,

and the wounds, they closed.

You ended the games.

Permanently froze.



(Without you, I’d be dead and exposed.)



You kissed my scars,

and slowly, they faded.

You pushed me far,

over edge, I am sated.



Your body on mine,

has a melodic hold.

You’ve crossed that line,

and brought back my soul.



(Without you, I’d be dead and cold.)