Squirt
Bluelight Crew
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- Apr 13, 2000
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A tear fell to the bottom of the abyss.
Black and empty they both were.
She stood at the bottom of the hole,
Looking up, straining her eyes,
Trying to see to whom it belonged.
She saw no one.
She picked the tear up,
Held the pain in her hands,
The hurt,
sorrow, emptiness,
grief, pity,
sadness;
As it all absorbed into her weak body,
Her neck snapped back in the same
Agony that produced the tear,
And she shed her own.
It fell to the bottom of another
Black, empty abyss, where
Another girl picked it up and absorbed
The hurt,
sorrow, emptiness,
grief, pity,
sadness;
Will the cycle of agony ever end?
Black and empty they both were.
She stood at the bottom of the hole,
Looking up, straining her eyes,
Trying to see to whom it belonged.
She saw no one.
She picked the tear up,
Held the pain in her hands,
The hurt,
sorrow, emptiness,
grief, pity,
sadness;
As it all absorbed into her weak body,
Her neck snapped back in the same
Agony that produced the tear,
And she shed her own.
It fell to the bottom of another
Black, empty abyss, where
Another girl picked it up and absorbed
The hurt,
sorrow, emptiness,
grief, pity,
sadness;
Will the cycle of agony ever end?