Take whats left of me
Take it and throw it away
The filth that stains my heart
Scrub me clean
Take my remains
and make me new
The dark is hungry
Calling my name
And then there's the mirrors
Filled withe regret
It's unfair
I think
Staring at something without
Meaning
Something that just withers
Something that dies
Death is just a reminder
That we're all limited
With expiration date
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Take whats left of me
Take it and throw it away
The filth that stains my heart
Scrub me clean
Take my remains
and make me new
The dark is hungry
Calling my name
And then there's the mirrors
Filled withe regret
It's unfair
I think
Staring at something without
Meaning
Something that just withers
Something that dies
Death is just a reminder
That we're all limited
With expiration date
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