Reprobates
By tahni
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Reprobates.
I've been hunting for the truth,
But the truth is inside of me,
I'm open, I'm closed,
I'm impossible.
Nothing could escape my thoughts,
My head was never vacuumed
Violent rose drips from every sore,
Painfully they dabbled,
Did I deserve it?
Did I do wrong?
Your spite would make me bleed,
I slept inside these bruises for years.
Hell was nearer than I imagined,
Is your conscience my future,
You created this hydra,
But I exorcised my every breath.
The journey back was the hardest
No one heard my silent screams
Now it's too late to cry.
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