Sep 01, 2002 21:12
dispite the tears in my eyes
and the fear in my voice
you continue
slowly...
peice by innocent peice
tearing away...
shreading...
murdering...
my helpless
and utterly hopeless
soul
until there is nothing left.
you've left me with nothing
weak.
alone.
your left feeling accomplished.
are you happy?
good.
at least someone is capable of it.