Falling apart,
Dug into a hole,
Starting to suffocate,
Save my wretched soul.
Wanting you,
But trust not yet gained,
Don't wanna screw things up,
My expression is pained.
I can't feel my lungs,
My body I collapse,
I've dug my own grave,
Never to get out- Perhaps.
8/24/09
My Own Grave
Posted by D.A.L. at 2:50 PM
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