The Question of a Lost Soul
Sleep deprived.
Blood shot eyes
Can't decide,
Shall i live?
Or shall i die?
Am i worth the pity the world has to offer?
They've tossed it at my feet.
Feeling it's warmth,
Shall i pick it up?
Or shall i flee?
Run away from this blood thirsty place?
The wool has been placed
over my eyes.
I've been beaten to a pulp by all there lies.
So curled up in this ball shaking in pain i ask myself one last time.
Shall i live?
Or shall i die?
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2011
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