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This life-less touch brings me shame
It is something we can not retain.
This blood upon mi torn up wrist
makes me feel as if a chryst
Sometimes these shadows on the wall.
Make me feel as if im small.
They hunt my heart and hurt my soul
make me feel less than whole
But all i see is hopeless dreams
As i call out a painful scream
Watch as the razor scrapes my skin
as my face plays a grin
The walls around my dreadful heart
all begin to fall apart
as my eyesight fades away
my body slowly turns to gray
 TranquilAwakening · Sat Jan 02, 2010 @ 02:18am · 2 Comments |
