Collapsing into that buried grave
No one to come and save
From all these monstrous thoughts
Those days of long night shots
Everyone leaving and going home
Let under this lonesome dome
Setting up my dead soul’s piece
When will this decay cease
The failure of my human journey
Finding the transformation within me
Leaving those broken bones and dead relationships
Burning those promises and friendships
Goodbye, my soul
Dig yourself out from this six foot hole
Be rid of this two year sore
It cannot take anymore
No one else matters
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
Collapsing into that buried grave
No one to come and save
From all these monstrous thoughts
Those days of long night shots
Everyone leaving and going home
Let under this lonesome dome
Setting up my dead soul’s piece
When will this decay cease
The failure of my human journey
Finding the transformation within me
Leaving those broken bones and dead relationships
Burning those promises and friendships
Goodbye, my soul
Dig yourself out from this six foot hole
Be rid of this two year sore
It cannot take anymore
No one else matters
- T.G.
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