Eh, Feck it... From deep within, harsh, bitter feelings rise And throttle new ambition in the womb. I cannot keep my eyes on any prize When all I see before me is the tomb In which my offering was laid to rest. With not a simple lily to adorn The coffin of a heart that failed some test Of truth, and never will arise reborn. How do I overcome the angry end Of something that, to me, seemed full of life? I know that every day I must pretend That life is fine, I do not feel the knife. But you know, somewhere deep within your soul, It wasnt only me who paid the toll.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 14:45:27 +0000
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