A sense of sensation
as i strive for innocence
and try for excellence
in the eyes of reflection.
My mind is dripping from the ceiling,
But I'll get through this one (God willing)...
I can't kill this awful feeling
Disease dwelling in my chest
Jagged lines upon my
wrist
Soft
criss
cross
cuts into the FLESH!!!
stop...
...Acting like you care about me!
Take away your apathy,
Just crucify and bury me
Place the corpse, no longer mine...
Six feet below the sands of time
Watch the sickness of sheer insanity...
become a state of mind
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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