Hurting the Enemy

"It Hurts..."

It hurts
like a knife through me, not just through my heart
but my core
it sickens me
and I wish to beg to make it stop
and it won't
I'm falling through this, gasping
dying
Like bits of me are slowly being pulled away
and burned
and I can't even speak


8/6/10

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"Enemy"

I'd like to nail you to a tree
I'd like to drown you in the sea
The enemy is you, is me
the enemy of you is me
I'd like to sit and watch you bleed
I'd like you to beg, to plead
The enemy is you, is me
the enemy of you is me
I'd like to end you in all things
I'd like to forget the pain it brings
The enemy of you is me
You made me your enemy

By elizabeth azpurua