(Written on September 24, 2003)
I've felt that cold breath on my heart,
I've been there before many times,
Lying, wondering what the motive was,
Why it just happened, why it took place.
Torn between so many emotions,
Writing suicide notes in my sleep,
Pain falling on me like rain,
Repeating on me, never any shelter.
Now even more reasons,
Another inch on all your smiles,
A scratch for every time i died.
You've got what you wanted,
Can't you see i'm not your fucking enemy?
Your breath, your smell, the sounds,
I bury them with my respect for you.
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