Those nasty callouses in my mind
They're getting in the way of my heart
They're blurring my vision
Clouding my senses.
Resentment seethes and grows
Making sure to grip onto every fiber of my being on its way through.
Leave me the **** alone.
Find another crawl space
Another warm body to leach onto
You son of a *****
You're not going to be the death of me
My soul and my heart are far too weathered
And will outlast this joke you call a storm
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Those nasty callouses in my mind
They're getting in the way of my heart
They're blurring my vision
Clouding my senses.
Resentment seethes and grows
Making sure to grip onto every fiber of my being on its way through.
Leave me the **** alone.
Find another crawl space
Another warm body to leach onto
You son of a *****
You're not going to be the death of me
My soul and my heart are far too weathered
And will outlast this joke you call a storm
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