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Sin
The black of your past impossible to hide.
The black that came back haunting you while you cried.
Your sin that shrouds your mind with horrible thoughts.
Your sin thats getting you high shot after shot.
It plays games in your head steering you to think you want to be dead.
It lingers through a conversation.
You turn your head.
Stairing at you breifly they start again.
Talking about you, of what you did.
It will stay with you forever.
You living on with nothing to say.
I only hope for someone going out of their way to save you one day.
 KitsumiTsuya · Thu Jan 17, 2008 @ 02:01am · 1 Comments |
