My heart is cracked, blackened by
the things my eyes were unlucky enough to see
Slow blood, a result of a fast life
to young to understand, to old to cry about it
was the excuse I was force fed
now my hope's dead and hatred is bred
where a dead man's head rolled
and took my innocence with it
I can't close my eyes anymore
I can never un-see it.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
My heart is cracked, blackened by
the things my eyes were unlucky enough to see
Slow blood, a result of a fast life
to young to understand, to old to cry about it
was the excuse I was force fed
now my hope's dead and hatred is bred
where a dead man's head rolled
and took my innocence with it
I can't close my eyes anymore
I can never un-see it.
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