Did this heart once pump out life?
Now but dust and coke run through these bitter veins.
Its a shell that walks around,
With empty eyes and empty words.
Spiders crawl deap inside, eating away more and more.
Theres little men in my yard banging on my door.
What have I become?
An empty shell, a life wasting away,
Decaying in a pit of shallow hopes and worthless dreams.
I gave up trying to clawl my way free.
Now I call this sweet little hell home.
And people stare as you walk by,
They stare and the…
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Posted on May 28, 2009 at 4:00pm — 8 Comments