Its never too late
its not too much of a risk
lets not hesitate,lets not complain
you know you can fix
you know you can make me live
just,cure me by your poison.
A hundred slits decor my wrist
how cold is the blood that flows
my heart throbbing against my fragile skin
and my eyes moist,worried and keen.
You know its time,
the time for me to perish.
But, you don't want to let go of me
you don't believe in just memories to cherish
so hold me back
with just, that one move
please,cure me by your poison.
The cut must be deeper!
the wound must bleed!!
My screams must not stop you
I know it pains your heart,
to pain my soul.
But,the time had come
to rewind my life
to preserve the passion
to protect the love
a new life in me you could feed
and,you cured me by your poison.
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