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Seconds, My life seems to work anti-clockwise With every tick I seem to get less wise By the minute counter-clock-wise As I split-seconds closer to my demise Look deep in to these eyes There is no I to make this a life So let me die And here I lie Clip off these wings you gave me to fly I have no reason to visit the skies I'm now too cold to be your sun Still here I lie I just hate it when you smile It seems to kill all that poetry in your cry Now say goodbye so you can drown your pillows with tasteful life Because here and there I lied Auctioned pieces of your heart for pounds of flesh I lost taste for after a couple of bites I was greedy and they were needy- that defined exploitation See now I believe it would take more than one crucifixion to cleanse my sins So don't forgive me I now belong to the Darkness And your love is not welcome here

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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