The feelings are getting ****** out of me
Replaced with the dizzy, the drastic, the desperate.
My stains grow deeper day by day
And it gets harder to stay.
Nothing to live for,
broken and combust,
Just an open bleeding kaleidoscope
spreading dull colors over this glass-stained world.
Such an organic breathing waste,
that gun is calling my name.
{M.M}
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
The feelings are getting ****** out of me
Replaced with the dizzy, the drastic, the desperate.
My stains grow deeper day by day
And it gets harder to stay.
Nothing to live for,
broken and combust,
Just an open bleeding kaleidoscope
spreading dull colors over this glass-stained world.
Such an organic breathing waste,
that gun is calling my name.
{M.M}
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