Heartless SoulA Poem by RandomFighting to live is obscene and sore, your scared of death and what it stands for, you being the only one I think of after you walked out the door.
I think if I lose touch people would fight me, because of the emotional stress I have nightly, people will hurt me or it might be, the grip you have on me so tightly,
Everything is darkening like its turning to coal, messing up my life down to this heartless soul.
© 2008 Random |
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