.coffins Don'T Fill Themselves.
The rope is in my hands
My hands begin to sweat
the sweat drips off my fingers.
I start to feel regret.
I'm stuck in this stronghold.
The feelings are too bold.
I'll fill the empty mold
With my body.
Copyright © I Have Forgiven You But It Will Never Be The Same | Year Posted 2008
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