Stone
She called saying it's done.
It’s through.
She'll never return.
To that place everyone would call home.
The only place.
She won't enter.
Young girl so foolish.
So lost.
Broken hypocrisy.
Bloody grace.
Innocence no longer present.
And sins are no reason to repent.
He's detached from everyone.
Even you.
Always the one to burn.
Empty streets are the places to roam.
No recognized face.
Role Model of a Mentor.
Young boy so foolish.
So lost.
Broken hypocrisy.
Bloody grace.
Innocence no longer present.
And sins are no reason to repent.
Just the need of someone.
Anyone.
Who knew.
When it’s our turn.
To burn.
The Rat Race.
Would lose its place.
Broken hypocrisy.
Bloody grace.
Innocence no longer present.
And sins are no reason to repent.
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2005
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