Saturday, February 25, 2012

Thanks A Lot

I did everything right
And it’s all still fucked up
I don’t see the point anymore
Trying and falling
Reaching and clawing
Sliding back down to the floor
It has to be treason
There’s never a reason
For the shadows that creep in my door
Begging and pleading
Grabbing and kneading
My insides until I abhor
Every piece of myself
That I loved all the way
Through the black
And the blood
And the blur
It stings
And it pangs
When hope is a phase
And the fangs grow back in…
I want more

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