She’s been long gone, and I’ve been a long goner
Living in constant rain, self medicate the pain
Put the knife to my wrists but never cut
That’s just a cry for help and when I take it there? I intend to go all the way
Once my heart stops bleeding, it’ll burst to flames
I needed it to mean something or else I’d be stuck in purgatory without an escape
Low and behold it meant NOTHING
Now all that’s left is a burial date
My love has died
Nothing left
Brain fried
What’s next?
It’s like I’m a zombie left to roam the earth
Feeding on the pain, in a never ending search…
**this is dedicated to Twin. NOT about her. Just dedicated to her admiration for my expression. Thank you Twin.
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