Altered_Soul9
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2003
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I cry the salty tears of all humanity....
The blood dries beneath my finger nails
Yet the wound still itches with infection.
A wound within my scarred heart
A place where no human life shall ever enter again
I curiously watch the power of the world, and its inhabitants, fade away
And yet I do nothing.
I've been wounded by my lack of love, lack of knowledge, lack of lust.
I sit here in this pool of my own blood, contemplating my death
For I suffer for doing nothing....
And day in and day out I muster enough strength
just enough...
To push this useless piece of flesh through another virulent day.
The people who make up this lovely hell of earth are infatuated with my demise.
They love the pain that conquers my satirical life.
And all I do is love them in return.
I cry the salty tears of all humanity....
The black tears that only a martyr can cry.....
The blood dries beneath my finger nails
Yet the wound still itches with infection.
A wound within my scarred heart
A place where no human life shall ever enter again
I curiously watch the power of the world, and its inhabitants, fade away
And yet I do nothing.
I've been wounded by my lack of love, lack of knowledge, lack of lust.
I sit here in this pool of my own blood, contemplating my death
For I suffer for doing nothing....
And day in and day out I muster enough strength
just enough...
To push this useless piece of flesh through another virulent day.
The people who make up this lovely hell of earth are infatuated with my demise.
They love the pain that conquers my satirical life.
And all I do is love them in return.
I cry the salty tears of all humanity....
The black tears that only a martyr can cry.....
