Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I'll Be Your Toy

The room is empty now,
The party's over.
You've had your fun,
Your toy is broken.

I heard the warning,
But I did not believe.
I loved you too much,
You'd never leave.

As the music plays,
I see you still.
Your image is clear,
Your voice a blow.

Dreams are filled,
With dark shadows;
But they will fade,
As time goes by.

If you return alone,
I'll be here;
But only a shell is left,
The rest is dead.

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