The New Ones
The strain is hard ---
Sometimes too hard to hide ---
I feel the urge to run ---
Fate will only catch up to me ---
Maybe I should lay die and die? ---
Tears come more frequently ---
It never eases the pain ---
I guess I will cry some more ---
That way it'll eat up some time ---
Getting rid of old tears ---
To make room for the new ones.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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