call me a work in progress,
an unsigned letter,
an unfinished job,
operating under a false pretense,
polluting an innocent being…
call me an unmarked grave,
an heirloom for destruction,
a way for an excuse,
a form unfilled.
a failure in the making…
call me an empty jar,
a readily hung noose,
a way for an exit,
who has nothing to lose...
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 7:20 PM UTC
call me a work in progress,
an unsigned letter,
an unfinished job,
operating under a false pretense,
polluting an innocent being…
call me an unmarked grave,
an heirloom for destruction,
a way for an excuse,
a form unfilled.
a failure in the making…
call me an empty jar,
a readily hung noose,
a way for an exit,
who has nothing to lose...
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