So Little
Violence and Anger
My soul grows black
Blood fills these tears
As my Flesh rips apart
This Madness Grows inside
So little of me left
So little of me cares
Death takes us all
Not a word
Not a warning
But Here I remain
Clinging to the edge
I've grown so tired
I've grown so old
Broken does not begin to describe me
Copyright © Tix Tix | Year Posted 2015
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