I grate my teeth on the sight of me,
my dark reflection.
Once a little child innocent to the core,
now a dark ricochet of light.
How I'd like to bury you for what you become,
just to resurrect you from what you used to be.
from this day i'll cast upon you my apathy.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 10:10 AM UTC
I grate my teeth on the sight of me,
my dark reflection.
Once a little child innocent to the core,
now a dark ricochet of light.
How I'd like to bury you for what you become,
just to resurrect you from what you used to be.
from this day i'll cast upon you my apathy.
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