My Waisted Life

By decayofme

Less significant lines cross my path
Needles drip drip into my veins
Feel the cringing wrath
My body just leaves stains
Burning ash enters my lungs
Crissen my heart with frequent shatters
We can't listen without our tongues
Despair is the only thing that matters

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Copyright 2011 decayofme
Published on Wednesday, August 10, 2011.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Wednesday, August 10, 2011, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    Can't listen without our tongues - speaks volumes and so true. Interesting and depressing.

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