I Keep Telling Myself
I keep telling myself
That you will come along
But I’m starting to call myself a liar
And I’m burning at the stake
At the thought of my own fallacies
My flesh is turning black
And the rotting smell litters my brain
And there you are
Two minutes too late
Well, I wasn’t lying
But what do I have to show for it now?
Some ashes and two dried out eyeballs
Copyright © Ashley Daly | Year Posted 2005
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