Saturday, October 6, 2012

Measure 10/6/12

Tired of waiting
For the axe to drop
And cut me out
Of this life
I shouldn't be living

I swear,
If you take what
Little goodness
Is left inside me
And measure it
You'd see
Just how black
My innocence

You can't see
The things I've seen
Live the way I have
And not
Corrupt your soul
Not decimate
Your sanity
And I feel
The madness
Seeping out

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