Dried Up
Harsh words & violent blows hidden secrets nobody knows.
Eyes are open hands are fisted deep inside I'm warped & twisted.
So many tricks & so many lies too many whens & too many whys. Nobody's special, nobody's gifted, I'm just me, warped & twisted. Sleeping awake, & chokin on a dream.
listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted.
lost in someone so warped & twisted.
On my knees, alive but, dead.
Look at the invisible blood I've bled..
I'm not gone my mind has drifted, don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted.
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow.
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The suns died out, the ashes sifted
But I'm still here, warped & twisted.
Copyright © Ericka Miller | Year Posted 2015
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