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Deeper Than the Depth of Pity

i sit here debating patientlly evating with my mind gone from the drugs i been taking a lame excuse i call escaping im not troubled but i am constantly waiting on this an that them or her life well thats just turn after turn down dark allies past open doors from were i began asking why does this pain only get worse i feel so open an free but behind barred doors my mind rationally finds glee strange why im hallow and run deep in a pile of overly frozen sleet i found a love i plan to keep its not in my heart but written with my ink not on paper not with a pen no these thoughts only consume in my head if i told you the truth id be a lier shot dead they point an stare into the wall, lost as if someone was there an not consumed by it all not realizing im already a tear on the page of written requests forgotten by time to this passing day no one wants to hear my off tune play so ill leave you there with your basket of fear not full but aware of your backstabbing emotions.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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