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You would add more blood to these soiled hands of mine.
You will spill that crimson fluid around my body-
let it pool at my feet, and let me lie in it.
But you will not let me hold your feeble frame against mine,
as it falls still forever.

You would seek your own demise whilst already aware,
that you've so little time left in this world.
You will seek to end everything-
the pain, the agony, the fear-
even knowing the price of your relief will be these tears of mine.

The past cannot be change-
we have known what the future holds for you.
Yet you seek to bring these tears of separation before their time.
You push the heartache at me,
and you sink the pain into my chest like a hot blade.

I, who had spoken to you,
who had wanted so badly to take your trembling hands,
and hold you to me until the terror passed.
I will be left alone with the belief,
that it had been me to push you two such drastic means.

Be it true, or be it false-
it will become my burden to bear.
It will be the weight of another loss,
pressed against this painfully throbbing chest-
making it more difficult for me to breathe.

And, for all any around could know-
that freshly added burden may be the last ounce of weight needed,
to render this chest- which struggles to rise- still as stone.
Then it would be me leaving others to bear the burden of me-
because I know they'd seek to stop it.

So, push beyond my attempts to calm you-
my hopes to slow your tears and bring a smile to your face,
even if its one that might go unseen to well trained eyes.
Push me away and strive to leave me bathing in the red,
that spills from your stilling frame.

Even if I am not there to touch it in person,
that crimson liquid stains my hands as much as it may stain,
whatever it spills upon.
It pools around my feet, rains upon my already tainted skin.
Adding more proof to the sorrow that plagues me.

You've already made move to push me away-
the pain has already began to sink in.
Soon will come the nightmares,
the pain triggered by unwanted dreams.
And there are non capable of saving me.

Leave me to cry,
leave me with the agonizing memories.
Leave me with regret-
not of knowing you,
but of not being able to save you from yourself.

At this point I already know,
that there will come no relief-
no bittersweet goodbyes,
to ease away the pain pulsing from my heart.
The heart of someone already lost to sorrow...

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body div#devskin0 hr { }

You would add more blood to these soiled hands of mine.
You will spill that crimson fluid around my body-
let it pool at my feet, and let me lie in it.
But you will not let me hold your feeble frame against mine,
as it falls still forever.

You would seek your own demise whilst already aware,
that you've so little time left in this world.
You will seek to end everything-
the pain, the agony, the fear-
even knowing the price of your relief will be these tears of mine.

The past cannot be change-
we have known what the future holds for you.
Yet you seek to bring these tears of separation before their time.
You push the heartache at me,
and you sink the pain into my chest like a hot blade.

I, who had spoken to you,
who had wanted so badly to take your trembling hands,
and hold you to me until the terror passed.
I will be left alone with the belief,
that it had been me to push you two such drastic means.

Be it true, or be it false-
it will become my burden to bear.
It will be the weight of another loss,
pressed against this painfully throbbing chest-
making it more difficult for me to breathe.

And, for all any around could know-
that freshly added burden may be the last ounce of weight needed,
to render this chest- which struggles to rise- still as stone.
Then it would be me leaving others to bear the burden of me-
because I know they'd seek to stop it.

So, push beyond my attempts to calm you-
my hopes to slow your tears and bring a smile to your face,
even if its one that might go unseen to well trained eyes.
Push me away and strive to leave me bathing in the red,
that spills from your stilling frame.

Even if I am not there to touch it in person,
that crimson liquid stains my hands as much as it may stain,
whatever it spills upon.
It pools around my feet, rains upon my already tainted skin.
Adding more proof to the sorrow that plagues me.

You've already made move to push me away-
the pain has already began to sink in.
Soon will come the nightmares,
the pain triggered by unwanted dreams.
And there are non capable of saving me.

Leave me to cry,
leave me with the agonizing memories.
Leave me with regret-
not of knowing you,
but of not being able to save you from yourself.

At this point I already know,
that there will come no relief-
no bittersweet goodbyes,
to ease away the pain pulsing from my heart.
The heart of someone already lost to sorrow...