Blank
it all piles up
sadness,pain,hunger for love
fed by hate
surronded by corpses
physically alive
thier souls are dead
sheep followers,the norms
they will live thier lives
be happy
have a family
a car
a house
lots of money
but when they get to the end
they will ask themselves
what have i accomplished
thier minds will be a black
clean slate
a canvas doomed to stay blank
Copyright © Jeffrey Shover | Year Posted 2010
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