Today I looked inside myself. Somehow I had gone.Leaving only words upon a shelf.In them my spirit lingers on.
Cold as a stone so calibrated. The words sharp as a sword. You feel so alone, under rated. Wonder what you are here for?
The empty shell you called your home.The old rusted cage. Now abandoned, left alone. Bound up in your rage.
So disreguard the papers lies. Yellow journalizim to display. Soon to hear the peoples cries. Not wishing to live this way.
Only time can heal the wounds. Yet the scars still remain. Here to play the same old tune? You must think we are insane.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-09-20 04:29:59
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