I can remember a time
being warm felt so nice.
Then my heart turned to stone-
and my soul turned to ice.
My spirit's stripped away
as my blood runs cold.
My body cast aside
to grow weary and old.
The man you see before you-
is but a hollow shell.
The essence that it housed
already ****** to hell.
With nothing left to live for-
With no reason left to pray-
This soulless, hollow, empty shell-
still stalls another day.
So while you live your lives-
of gossip and senseless prattle,
remember everyone you meet
Is fighting a harder battle.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
I can remember a time
being warm felt so nice.
Then my heart turned to stone-
and my soul turned to ice.
My spirit's stripped away
as my blood runs cold.
My body cast aside
to grow weary and old.
The man you see before you-
is but a hollow shell.
The essence that it housed
already ****** to hell.
With nothing left to live for-
With no reason left to pray-
This soulless, hollow, empty shell-
still stalls another day.
So while you live your lives-
of gossip and senseless prattle,
remember everyone you meet
Is fighting a harder battle.