As I walk though this
Dark, empty, alleyway,
I turn to look behind me.
I see my footprints made of blood
And stare at them sorrowfully.
I shed tears of blood, then look
To the moon, with the
Loneliness in my eyes that appeared
When you left me, forever.
The darkness is my only refuge
And blood the only thing I taste
“Why did he do this?” I ask as
I refuse to accept the fact that
Maybe it was I that cased this
Maybe it was I that made you
Bleed to your death.
Whoever knew that love
Could be so painful?
 
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