Friday, April 22, 2005


you make my stomach bleed
you are my constant ulcer
i dislike you more and more
you no longer are welcomed here
take away your lips from my ear
stop soliciting your garbage inside of me
i am tired of your lies... sweet as sugar
you are draining everything out of me
i am spilling onto the floor
into a pool of my own blood
corrupted by your promises gone astray

© 2004 thomas bates

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