Me.
By Gregor Hutz
Fri, 20 Mar 2009
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I don't want to follow down that path
There's no telling how long I'll last
Burnt and tattered broken mess
Left with memories to repress
A shadowed, hollow clone
Force to live alone
To live ungodly lies
To forever scream with silent cries
Taunted, teased, poked, and prodded
Rip open every wound that's clotted
Make me angry with each pinch
Stab and jab to make me flinch
Annoying me with paper cuts
Administered by these hairy sluts
Watch them as they dig my grave
I scream but no one comes to save
Me.
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