IT HURTS…..
It Hurts…When you Say My Name, But there’s Not A Hint Of Love In It,
It Hurts to Know your’s Love For Me Is Fading Away Bit By Bit,
It Hurts…When you Promise Me Words Only to Break Them,
It Hurts to Know That This Wasn’t Ur True Love..It Was A Mere Game,
It Hurts When U Told U Love Me; But U Never Did,
It Hurts to Know that I Was Insane..I Loved U Like A Kid,
It Hurts A Lot When I Hurt U,I Feel When U Feel,
It Hurts When U Jus Know How to Hurt and not to Heal,
It Hurts When U Held My Hands Jus to Leave Them,
It Hurts to Know For This True Love I Am D One to Blame,
It Hurts When U Still Searching to Hurt My Broken Pieces,
It Hurts When Am Still Surrounded By Ur Lingering Kisses,
It Hurts When U Promised Me Love N U Gave Me Pain,
It Hurts to Believe that Love Its Just A Beautiful Pain,
It Hurts to Know that U Still Loving Me to Hurt Me,
It Hurts ……U Know It Just Hurts……N there’s No End….
RESURRECTION MARY
Wanting and waiting for her beloved soul in the graveyard,
Dressed in a black silken gown and black roses decorating her bloodied hands,
She sprinkled his blood on her love card,
Ohh!!darkness gripped her,loneliness tortured her land,
She was ready to be doused in her immortal love blood.
It was the Salvation of the Resurrection Mary.
Resting on his coffin, she was a cold soul,
Trying to seek revenge from the one she truly loved,
Her breath turned colorless,dry and dark as a burnt coal,
She so loved him to death,yet she ripped his soul apart amidst the road,
She was ready to be doused in her immortal love-blood.
It was the Salvation of the Resurrection Mary.
The kisses, still lingering on her cheeks and on his lips,
She was craving for his blood to fulfill her insatiable desires,
So wanting to suck the fake love from his bloodied lips,
Her naked soul burnt,hallucinations fascinated her, she felt on fire,
She was ready to be soaked in her immortal love-blood.
It was the Salvation of the Resurrection Mary.
DARK BETRAYAL
Around, all around, the mourning angels gather,
My dread grows as the dagger of your words falls against my naked soul,
It mutilates me and darkly my life’s blood drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones,
In my madness, I cry out, Why?!
While my doom laughs cruelly on me,
Now alone, my fervent plea falls upon cold eyes.
This is my Salvation.
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