They have all gone
All of the tears
But they'll be
Coming back I fear
For the stinging
Still remains
To remember all
Of the painful stains
Each single one
Is a black tattoo
Coveting my heart
And my soul too
No matter what
The disease spreads
And all of the pain
Goes straight to my head
Eating away at me
Hear it tear
Comepletely consuming
What little is still left there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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