Drenched by rain hes dying alone,
Walking through sorrow hes all on his own,
His heart lies stained with blackened blood,
Withered and rotting its dragged through the mud,
Hate and cruelty cut him like knives,
And destroying the outside is how he survives,
...Hes pathetic...
Broken down there's no hope for his life,
But he brushes it off with the help of a knife,
He puts on a smile and walks outside,
Trying to be happy as they destroy him inside,
He knows there is no escape from their voices,
And is trapped by the regret of his past choices,
...Hes a disgrace...
He no longer sees where he belongs,
He was misplaced with all the wrongs,
All he can do is dwell in his hell,
And watch sedated as his veins swell,
He has nothing left in his life,
And no way to end his strife,
...Hes nothing...
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes,
He sees no point in any goodbyes,
A cold steel meets sharply with his tender throat,
And all that he leaves behind is a note,
He falls back and gasps for air,
Clawing, suffocating, drowning in despair,
...He Decays...
Monday, August 9, 2010
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