Theres nothing left but to die

by silent submission   Jan 3, 2005


Twisting in a nothing
a black without a face
reaching in my soul
taking something i cant replace

just as before
lost as i always have been
stolen as it always was
things done but never seen

this silent black nothing,
is killing me inside,
its taken all i have
there's nothing left but to die

goodbye

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  • 19 years ago

    by selina

    very good, i liked it alot, keep up the great work
    ~selina