Oct 06, 2004 17:06
You can't see the paing behind these eyes
Burning like sin
Crippled and decaring wherein
My dreams use to reside
Everytime you smile
razor blades
You use to smile at me
Now through me
Look what I've become
Torn in one direction
Torn right through
One day at a time isn't living
Anymore
Broken vessle
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