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Hollow Room

You can rely on your friends I'm alone more than most Treat the days like sedatives I've had an overdose Sickening pessimists Go out of their ways Fill the halls outside the door They'll never take my pain The writing on the walls reads salvation But it's written in my blood My existance is for your amusement Veins. Coarse. With. Mud. The cracks of light Don't deny Anything That isn't mine The only thing I've learned from this Is disillusion is sick As far as misery goes I take the time to forget The damage was done The reaction was slow You lost track of time And I dissolved in your throat Time has passed and at last I accept I'm a masochist Life is love, life is pain Loving. life. is. all. there is. (For me) The cracks of light Don't deny Anything That isn't mine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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