25 September 2011


Alone in this little room, I am
crying tears over empty, open hands
making things worse by trying to save
my heart from another empty grave

I walked for long before I knew
that I had almost walked straight through
the line of fire, but then I turned
and watched it all slowly burn

ashes now, of my lonely heart
I wish I could shadow, and fall apart
hide away in a room somewhere
be forgotten, no one left to care

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