Carved Crime

December 7, 2011
A grave is carved into my eyes now I drown from good byes.
You could never understand so dont reach for my hand.
I am here alone, since you are that far gone.
The meaning of death is so much more than life,
fighting it all and bending with strife.
I have complete faith that when you love it'll be to late.
I will reach your limits after I reach mine,
I'll live free from my crime.





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