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Nov 18, 2008 19:36

Neutered:

Walking in crooked patterns
Only as strong as they could make
and he was once a really, really, sensitive man

the shell surrounding is cracked now
walls as high as the sky
not realizing till it's too late
they plagued his hold, his entire reason, and need

and now she is screaming
crying
searching
the memories for reasons why

the pages are worn and decaying
there is no need to look to deep
don't waste your precious fucking time

when your waking up sweating, bleeding, and paranoid
nothing and nothing will bring him back

walking in crooked patterns
walking in crooked patterns
walking in crooked, crooked patterns

I can remember him, with that "sweet" "understanding" nauseating face

smashed

raped

a street light fading
without a second thought
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