THIS TOWN I'M IN
It's a useless place, this town I'm in.It's a sorrow state, this lonely kin.
The light fades out, the flag hangs low.
Oh Lord, have mercy, don't punish me so.
We live roughly a hundred of years.
How many in beauty? How many in fears?
Afraid to be lost in this wreck of a ship.
Afraid to find peace in the pain of a whip.
Clean up this mess before you go!
My eyes are bleeding your blood, oh no!
Dry them tears, dry them hard.
Watch your back, be on your guard.
Your blood has gone, and so have you.
I'm left alone, with guilt so blue.
I wear these wounds, this bleeding fear.
This loss of love, of you, my dear.
Oh Lord, have mercy, don't punish me so.
The light fades out, the flag hangs low.
It's a sorrow state, this lonely kin.
It's a useless place, this town I'm in.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-03-24 at 22:00
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