This is about a life I looked at once.


Broken Lonely Heart

We're all dying,
So you can live,
Your horrid life alone,
With just your pain,
And our dead bodies to see you cry,
You wish it would end,
Yet you stab to your heart,
Over and over,
It's torture to you,
Pleasure to us that are dead.
Your icy tears are blood,
Flow down your cheeks,
Fills your mouth,
You welcome death with open arms,
But never does it come,
To your broken lonely heart.




Poetry by Head Down, Music Up
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Written on 2010-03-22 at 03:37

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