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Untitled 04/27/16
Nothing to them, nothing to you,
Empty vessel marked with scars of truth.
Holes in my arms, holes in my hands,
Where once was life but now just sand.
Empty the days, empty am I,
Empty are places that once felt so alive.
So much has come, so much has gone,
So little life and, yet, it feels dreadfully long.
To Stars I scream, to Stars I pray,
If only for a moment...
Wont you please take me away?
Empty vessel marked with scars of truth.
Holes in my arms, holes in my hands,
Where once was life but now just sand.
Empty the days, empty am I,
Empty are places that once felt so alive.
So much has come, so much has gone,
So little life and, yet, it feels dreadfully long.
To Stars I scream, to Stars I pray,
If only for a moment...
Wont you please take me away?
Published 29th Apr 2016
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