Untitled 4, by Zanna Subscribe to rss feed for Zanna

Torn heart
Blood pours
And all around
Salty wind soars

Ripped out
From my chest
The beating stops
And I lay to rest

I see myself
Laying there
Helpless, but life
Has never been fair

I've stopped now
I don't exist
But, oh well
It's probably best
Posted: 2006-03-08 20:13:24 UTC

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2005-12-03 22:39:26waterlily
i share your sentimeant myself