May 27, 2008
You can see my hands; they shake
You can see my body; it quakes,convulses ,twichtes ,rolls
I'm caught and held tight in deception’s fold
Lies and fallacies spill on to the floor
I can't take it anymore
There is nothing left in store for me
there is nothing left for to hope for
No more dreams to dream
No more breath left in my lungs to scream
Nothing left for my eyes to see
Nothing left for my hand to hold
There is nothing left for me

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