Charmer.

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If your purpose in life
Is to leave the ones whom you charmed
Hanging
On a line of thorns
Blood
Cold
Dark and numb
Tears can't empty out the feelings
Inside my heart
How is it you can walk away
So effortlessly
And not for one second look back
And say goodbye
Without you
My heart is only left
To cry
Faced down on a floor of
Broken lies
Hugging my knees
Wet warm breath
Dripping down my trembling legs
I can't move
Don't want to move
Breathing becomes
A gift
For the knots in my chest
Paralyze anything that's left.