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They were gifted with a lack of care
Being nice to them is oh so rare
Critisizing every aspect of your being
Never really aver seeing
On my knees pleading
As my lonely heart is bleeding
Trying to climb out of a window
Nothing left really to show
p***k my finger on this jilted nail
As my wistful blood does fail
Nothing can tourniquet my bleeding heart
Benumbed and ripped apart
The last of the sand downrushed from an hourglass
I gaze so far into what sand came forth last
Suffocating and discouraging my talents and strengths
Dislodged by those con men and fakes
Deprivingme of my own brain and person
Pain and solitude, not a good blend
This question is pointless but still needs to be asked
In pride and ego where the basked
They are shrouded in their own purity
But this question will be asked by me
I'll be casting this questioning beam
Why do you insist on being mean?
 bible rocket · Thu Jul 07, 2005 @ 09:12pm · 4 Comments |
