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lost
The sound of flesh tearing apart, as the pieces finish falling from this broken heart.I shed myself of my fleshly sins as i start to peel off my skin, bit by bit, i lose more of myself as the demons grow within. Numb to the pain as my soul screams your name, wandering in the dark lost and alone, an outcast in my own skin, trying to dig myself out where to begin?
Down on my knees as i sob into blood stained sleeves, what has become of me?
Where did the piece go that made it possible to fall in love with me?
All those who truly cared are gone now, they are no longer here.
And i now realize when it comes to love i no longer care.
Michael John Winkelsas
Down on my knees as i sob into blood stained sleeves, what has become of me?
Where did the piece go that made it possible to fall in love with me?
All those who truly cared are gone now, they are no longer here.
And i now realize when it comes to love i no longer care.
Michael John Winkelsas
Published 5th Mar 2018
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