Children of Sorrow

by in the realm of Chaos   Apr 13, 2004


Running from problems,
Hiding our fears,
Perfectly worthless,
Deserving no cheers.

Having no purpose,
Getting on by.
Knowing no laughter,
Our life is a lie.

Bringing you nothing,
Emptying souls.
Withering shadows,
Our hearts full of holes.

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