Blood Harvest
BLOOD HARVEST By, Matthew T. Borders During your blood harvestYou reaped my pain like wheatGathered it into bundlesAnd trampled them with your feetYou stained the soil redAs I bled out every dropYou just kept on reapingAlthough I begged you to stop Your eyes had the stareOf a mad man in total blissAnd I can still taste the bitternessWhen you turned away from my kissAnd a thousand winters couldn’t freezeYour heart to a more solid stateI almost caught you smilingWhen you saw what had become my fate I know that you watched my heart quiverFrom the shock you delivered upon it that dayAnd it seemed like God was deaf to my pleasWhen I got on my knees to prayAnd that woeful morning when I awoke aloneCold, hungry, half dead at my bestSurrounded by the fragments of my lifeLeft from your Blood Harvest
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This is going to touch a lot of people in a very powerful way.
wow. yeah. ya know... maybe I just never Felt anything from it. I just went numb, walked away, and left it all where it was. I guess I didn\'t give her the satisfaction of my falling apart. Chumbawumba sings it well. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fm4iU0yx9GY
I relate. Thanks.
very creative and most can relate I\'m sure!