Saturday, March 2, 2013


This was written by a VERY good friend of mine
Who wishes to remain anonymous... 
For this, we will call her

Silence is killing me.
Words traped behind
Locked lips
Sitting on a twisted tounge
Judment sent down
Opions are taken as truth
We are not the ones
To serve out this sentcene
The innocent pay
The cost of all our sins
Our blood flows the same
How does 10 miles
Feel like 10 million?
No one alone is at fault
No one alone holds the blame
Instead you sit there
I sit here
Each moment of the killing silence
Adds another mile
To the gapping hole
That used to be

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