Anita Clark

Am I sick cos I hate to hate you,
You made me hate you,
Let myself hate you,
When it's all your fault,
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Cancer is a spider;
Growing legs,
Branching out...,
It lays it's eggs.....
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Bring the thunder,
Bring the rain,
Taste the anger,
Feel the pain,
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I sit here tonight,
The stars choke in the moonlight,
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What once linked us, Decayed and died,
When summer came, intensified.
Fell to the ground like ash, and to the heavens blue,
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Am I sick cos I hate to hate you,
You made me hate you,
Let myself hate you,
When it's all your fault,
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Victimised I despise, why I gave into such a compromise.
The shower runs, steam engulfs, hands tug at my dirty hair.
Hair your hands once ran through.
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The wind whispers to each;
Sentiments of life, sentimenst to keep,
The sun burns away, our worries decay,
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You're words pollute me,
Spit sparks of fire,
Bottomless pit,
Where I sink, through quicksand and grit - the more I struggle, more you enclose,
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Red roses bleed,
I bleed your blood,
Thorns prick my fingers, as tears prick my eyes,
Looking up from below, a watery haze,
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You wouldn't think it would,
But somehow always does,
Cast a tear, to the person, that you'll always love,
You don't think it should,
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Everything and more,
Her secret smile's just another closed door,
Her skin so smooth, so soft, so pure,
Her eyes, the window to her soul
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The nauseated feeling,
The loss of the bleeding
Is this true?
Am I feeling?
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