Your words are knives
And I have no more
Smiles to cover the
Scars.
Hollow eyes stare
Ahead at a crippled
Future.
Veins full with the
Poison of self-hatred
Pump to your
Heart.
A life wasted on
The horrors of the world.
A test subject born
To lose.
Added to the number
Of how many
Have failed.
An insignificant death.
4,600
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Your words are knives
And I have no more
Smiles to cover the
Scars.
Hollow eyes stare
Ahead at a crippled
Future.
Veins full with the
Poison of self-hatred
Pump to your
Heart.
A life wasted on
The horrors of the world.
A test subject born
To lose.
Added to the number
Of how many
Have failed.
An insignificant death.
4,600
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