I'm a scapegoat, sacrificed
for all the slang and slander;
the sinister sinners scar me, sickeningly.
I'm bathing in this sombreness;
my appetite is spoiled by the solemn wind.
The future is sullied by those savages;
now my outlook is sullen.
I'm squirming, succumbing
to the suffocation.
My body and heart separate,
and tomorrow you can plan my sepulture.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 7:16 PM UTC
I'm a scapegoat, sacrificed
for all the slang and slander;
the sinister sinners scar me, sickeningly.
I'm bathing in this sombreness;
my appetite is spoiled by the solemn wind.
The future is sullied by those savages;
now my outlook is sullen.
I'm squirming, succumbing
to the suffocation.
My body and heart separate,
and tomorrow you can plan my sepulture.
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