too late for regrets
no peace is found
a restless mind
youre not underground
no place to mourn
or to place my flowers
an empty soul
that has been devoured
no place to visit
no flesh to carress
im left with me a right fcking mess
one day perhaps
you will meet me there
when the time for death
isnt a distant stare
me and you
together again
no fighting this time
just serenity
amen
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 11:05 AM UTC
too late for regrets
no peace is found
a restless mind
youre not underground
no place to mourn
or to place my flowers
an empty soul
that has been devoured
no place to visit
no flesh to carress
im left with me a right fcking mess
one day perhaps
you will meet me there
when the time for death
isnt a distant stare
me and you
together again
no fighting this time
just serenity
amen
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