Treasure Island

Raquel Rebecca


This Love Has Drained My Strength


This love has drained my strength
It has left me among the dead
Lying like a corpse in a grave
With no one to care for me.

This love has drained my strength
My heart is full of pain
There is no hope of saving it
And I am fading like a shadow at dusk.

This love has drained my strength
I am surrounded by accusing people
They swarm me like bees
They blaze against me like a crackling fire.

This love has drained my strength
Tears blur my eyes
My body and soul are withering away
This wound is too deep to heal

This love has drained my strength...

Submitted: Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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