Train of Consciousness
By maliceman
TheĀ linesĀ upon the page
The ink is going to stain
Words flowing
from my brain
Hate stemming from my pain
I always feel so cold
I need someone to hold
Someone so brave, so bold
I'm worthless,
or so i'm told
My hands, they always shake
My feelings feel so
fake
Save me for my sake
Cry me a river, or a lake
I'm longing
for a touch
That will never be enough
Be it gentle or be it rough
Tell me you're in love
But i will know if you lie
Waiting 'til
i die
Refuse to even try
My penultimate sigh...
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