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Never Coming Home
His Stuff is stuffed in his bag tying the
last knot in his shoe he begins down the stairs quietly
not even a mouse could hear,
walking out the back door not caring what anyone is gunna
say when they find out he's gone.
He had no choice but to leave because the pain he was causing
the people around him was to severe to explain,
it would hurt him to much to put out his inner feelings to anyone.
Walking down the road breathing deeply the air freezing up
his lungs making it hard to breathe,
he could do without the reality he had once lived...even if it meant being a father to children that wasn't even his.
The part of him he wanted back was only to hide his pathetic self being
he called a life that he supposively lived in harmony with tons of the
surroundings he enjoyed so fucking much.
That dumb bastard didn't even realize the first time he ever went to
jail was there,
thats where he had his heart broken.
It's where he died inside and was never reborn to be sumone else
he'd never change,
hell he'd never even feel that fuckin drunk feeling anymore from...
anything not including alcohol.
His recognition had awaken his fucked up reality while his heart was
pumpin the whole time,
the gears started turnin and the cobbwebs were dragged through them.
He was alive the whole time,
the power is within him not from some other non existent being.
last knot in his shoe he begins down the stairs quietly
not even a mouse could hear,
walking out the back door not caring what anyone is gunna
say when they find out he's gone.
He had no choice but to leave because the pain he was causing
the people around him was to severe to explain,
it would hurt him to much to put out his inner feelings to anyone.
Walking down the road breathing deeply the air freezing up
his lungs making it hard to breathe,
he could do without the reality he had once lived...even if it meant being a father to children that wasn't even his.
The part of him he wanted back was only to hide his pathetic self being
he called a life that he supposively lived in harmony with tons of the
surroundings he enjoyed so fucking much.
That dumb bastard didn't even realize the first time he ever went to
jail was there,
thats where he had his heart broken.
It's where he died inside and was never reborn to be sumone else
he'd never change,
hell he'd never even feel that fuckin drunk feeling anymore from...
anything not including alcohol.
His recognition had awaken his fucked up reality while his heart was
pumpin the whole time,
the gears started turnin and the cobbwebs were dragged through them.
He was alive the whole time,
the power is within him not from some other non existent being.
Published 10th Nov 2010
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