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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1373262
What stays in our mind that comes haunt us at night?
In my bed at night
I still hear sound
coming from
downstairs

Behind the cellardoor
I know it still lives there
The ghost of a drastic
ended love

She wanted to leave
I beged her don't
please, stay with me
Please, I need this

She insisted in going
I could not see why
Don't you love me anymore?
Yes, yes she does

But than why?
Again I asked
And could not belive
What I heard

Someone else?
Is that what yous saying?
Wasn't I enough?
I don't wanna hear

Please, now leave
I can't look at you
right now
But...

I cannot stand
seeing you go
If there was only
a way for you to stay...

I don't think so
That's your answer
Can you...please
Just give me a hug?

Come close...
Closer...
And than...
Don't scream

Her blood driped
from my hand
and from the knife
I had on her

She suffocated
with every breath
As I pushed
the knife deeper

There she died
in my arms
Where she was
suposed to never leave

I buirried her
In the cellar
And now she
lives there

Her ghost comes
every night
to tell me that she
Just wanted to be free

Now she's
attched to me
and won't let me  go
won't let me live

She wants me
to stay by her side
she wants me
to stick with her

What did I did?
What do I do?





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