The Final Straw

by Viola   Feb 3, 2008


And all the world's love
Couldn't save him
All the world's love
All the world's
Only left him with
Broken pieces of metal
Under his skin
Until the line went flat
And the bandages on his wrists
Grew old

Now his spilled blood
Dried in black ashes
Marks mourning on their
Tear streaked faces
And all the world's love
Couldn't save him
From himself

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