March 3, 2010
Long ways to go
small world after all.
Things don't grow
fall to the ground and crawl

Ways to pound the earth
lying to survive
It just goes right on round
sleeping to revive

Crying when no one cares
Screaming for fear of being ignored
Breaking promises and swears
Blood that roared no more

Sick of crying
Tired of Trying
Lack of Dying
Mostly done smiling

Turned away from mutilation
Left here to for a dark sensation
Ran toward desolation
Gone from loneliness and isolation

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