Sure thing
Ms. Wes C.addle
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Sure as the blackness runs through my body
There will forever be a void,
nothing strong enough to ever fill
Sure as the morning sunshine shows the lines and cracks
on my once supple skin
What have I done to this body?
What is left?
Sure as the pain gnaws at what is left behind
the tears that were never more than a spoonful
have become on ocean, big enough to engulf all the land
Sure as the moon never leaves the sun
the only thing that I want to leave
the pain sees past my walls, my nerve,
my defense to not let others in
It knows all of the secret entrances
Someday, I know everything will be okay
but I will continue to do wrong
kill people with my words
my mind
Continue to strike you down
I have to start accepting my fate
that the one I love will not in return
that this will be my greatest joy
that this is what I have made for myself
that this is all I will ever know
Who will understand now?
Who will care?
Who will ever see past the broken and tattered
the 'lifeless'?
There will forever be a void,
nothing strong enough to ever fill
Sure as the morning sunshine shows the lines and cracks
on my once supple skin
What have I done to this body?
What is left?
Sure as the pain gnaws at what is left behind
the tears that were never more than a spoonful
have become on ocean, big enough to engulf all the land
Sure as the moon never leaves the sun
the only thing that I want to leave
the pain sees past my walls, my nerve,
my defense to not let others in
It knows all of the secret entrances
Someday, I know everything will be okay
but I will continue to do wrong
kill people with my words
my mind
Continue to strike you down
I have to start accepting my fate
that the one I love will not in return
that this will be my greatest joy
that this is what I have made for myself
that this is all I will ever know
Who will understand now?
Who will care?
Who will ever see past the broken and tattered
the 'lifeless'?
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So much emotion, it's good to let some spill on to the paper, is it not?
Moving, wretching grief
damn
"what a long, strange trip it's been"