i lay
some thoughts for the gone
interviews
with the past becomes filthy
found a
lot regrets for the guilty one.
suffering,
persists and leaves a trace
I
present the hole where it resides,
so not good
I keep such a place,
in this
vast dark dungeon inside.
Strings
attached for the eternity,
dragging
the load along the road,
shit on
your door step and feel pity,
cut
myself free as I once was told.
Old
habits can be killed easily,
homicide
while will be tolerated,
sitting
among you all, hiding is too silly.
Conscience
is sometime overrated.
I got
used easily used, so I do shed a tear,
let the
string rip and fall into the abyss,
you are
held responsible for living in the fear,
dive my
hands in the hole, where the love is.
Stop
drawing the boarders of mine,
let the
wrinkles slowly disappear.
Bit
unsure, something tells me I’ll be fine,
I so
carve for the smile to appear.
I’m
done with you, no idea who I mean,
dissolve
and evaporate, you’ve been a bitch,
watch
you fall all the way, I am so keen,
walk
away I’ll leave you rot in the ditch.
No way
to me you can ever reach,
you’ll
be alone, forgotten, buried,
as
you’re nothing else but a leach,
I never
said we were married.
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