Sweeter are the wounds you gave this heart,
Than those vague promises you whispered in my mind,
I'd rather bleed with the torturous truth,
Than live in the Cimmerian realm of lies.
So Darling, kill me with the truth,
Stab my unfortunate heart honestly,
And leave me dying — yes, dying but free,
Never let me die in lie's killing spree.
©poet_drey
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