00:06 - the Sense of Starvation

I don't feel the cold
In the rain anymore,
Or the mist on my face 
Like I used to before.
I don't see the same sky,
For the stars lost their shine
On that night in December,
I thought there'd be time.

What the hell have you done?
You've sedated my soul.
And all that is left
Is a big heart-shaped hole.
You have stolen my senses,
You don't care where I fall.
You have won, I'm just numb
Underneath it all.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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