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face down
Living the lie
Situated in hell
Can't tell the truth
Because...oh ya
Someone will tell
Webs to spin
Stories I spew
They drip from my tongue
Like a venomous brew
Every minute
Each hour
Time is ticking
Cold is bitting
My roots rotting
My stem weak
My soil arid
Scent unsweet
A wilted flower
Brown and bruised
The truth lost
Corroded and confused
Situated in hell
Can't tell the truth
Because...oh ya
Someone will tell
Webs to spin
Stories I spew
They drip from my tongue
Like a venomous brew
Every minute
Each hour
Time is ticking
Cold is bitting
My roots rotting
My stem weak
My soil arid
Scent unsweet
A wilted flower
Brown and bruised
The truth lost
Corroded and confused
Published 22nd Mar 2014
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23rd Mar 2014 2:44am
This is sad and so many people in the world live this bewilderment, thought proving to say the least.
write on.
write on.
29th Mar 2014 11:40am
Thank you for commenting. I love your work. It means alot to me that you took the time.
