I'd cried for your soul

Death is not something to fear
It's nothing in comparison with life
You've made me see it clear

I'm crying for my soul
The soul I'm going to loose
I've tied a noose
My life will be hanging from it soon

I've walked up and down the street
Every night and day
All tears have fallen down to my feet
Making everything inside me a mess of clay

I'm crying for my soul
The soul I'm going to loose
I've already tied a noose
My life will be hanging from it soon

I were a slave
To societies ideal
It wasn't me you were going to save
It was you
My struggle was yours

I'd cried for your soul
The soul I lost
I had tied a noose
Your ife is hanging from it

I'm crying for my soul
The soul I'm going to loose
I've already tied a noose
My life will be hanging from it soon




Poetry by Inanitas
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Written on 2005-10-20 at 16:53

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