More calm than a heart beat that flatlines
Quiet like a dark street under the moonlight
My soul sets dark and cold
useless for anything and dead to the world
it's taken so much pain
stabbed by so many
wrenched and twisted,
used and wasted
it tried to form a stone wall
you just kicked it in
but now there is nothing left
you have ripped me to shreds
there's nothing you can do anymore
you can't hurt me now
cause I'm already dead
Copyright 2005 Labitina
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