The blood from my hands I watch run like a river,
The blood just keeps running as the wounds keep on growing.
The wounds on my hands are but scars of the past,
For as you tore your hand from mine,
You destroyed what once was one.
I feel nothing as the blood flows away,
Because as you tore us apart, you ripped out my heart.
The tears from my eyes are no more,
This river of blood has become my tears.
Each tiny drop in this sea of pain,
Has a story to tell of why it is here.
I look in the mirror with my eyes so dry,
As I cry so much for you,
More with each passing day.
My body and soul I watch drain away.
But a dying love I feel inside,
Withering away more and more,
For as you bleed my body dry of tears,
All meaning is lost as I stop,
And cry no more.

 
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