HE ROts INside

Apr 25, 2009 18:59



Selling our lies for the price of life

We find our homes in shallow graves

Sometimes on fire we are left to burn

Sometimes in love we are left to drown.

My secrets are the murdered rape victims

Of this loveless marriage we call hope.

Between the rotten floor boards I find

The unwanted child we named love.

It seems like we always want to die.

Living suicides of this nightmare.

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