The Color Of The Sun, by EmeritusTrickster
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I'm empty inside.
Nothing left in me alive.
Broken bones
and bleeding blood.
Torn apart by fucking love.
Nothing matters,
Not anyone.
I Laugh,
I walk,
I talk,
I cry.
My raindrop tears fall from the sky.
I'm sick of this,
and sick of you,
but there;s nothing left that I can do.
There's this tightning in my chest,
forget about the rest.
I'm burning away,
to ashes, dismay.
Do you feel anything?
I can't be without you,
I can't breath without you.
I'm empty inside.
Nothing left in me alive.
Broken bones,
and bleeding blood,
flowing, flowing,
over the sun.
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Posted: 2006-06-29 15:28:55 UTC |
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2006-08-29 19:39:28 | Faith |
Such a sad poem full of heartbreak... i love the last 4 lines. Good job! |