Final Bow
cut out my heart
break it apart
youve done it before
left me on the floor
i bleed alone
when no ones home
theres nothing left
its like a theft
these cuts and scars
are like iron bars
they hold me in
and drown my sin
in crimson blood
its like a flood
im dying here
among this fear
i see the end
around the bend
kick out the chair
let out your air
its over now
my final bow
Copyright © Austin Owens | Year Posted 2013
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