this was written 5 months ago
No longer do I grip No longer do i trip over this spiteful life regretting every choice of mine no longer does this skin tear apart from my limbs no longer do i wimp over the bodies of the dead no longer do i cry over the falling sands of time no longer do i feel your hand as u stroke it across my back no longer do i remember everything you gained and everything I lacked Your touch fades Your life seems nothing like it did yesterday No longer do I whine over the falling sands of time no longer do you bring to my neck my life is just making you sick relying on this empty heart counting on everything that tore me apart no way to live no way to survive no way to end this life of mine No longer do i hear the falling sands of time let it all end at the stroke of nine let my heart beat no more, let it show my pitch black core no way to live no way to survive just a way to end this life of mine
todeadtotype · Thu Oct 20, 2005 @ 07:46pm · 6 Comments |