Saturday, June 04, 2005
Wasted
Broken glass
Drops of blood
A dead rose
Dried petals with mud
Time is nothing
But what you make of it
Life has meaning
If you bother to reflect on it
Shattered windows
Rain crashing in
A toppled wine glass
A deadly sin
Minute by minute
Life ebbing away
Time passses slowly
As the mind runs astray
Punishment,
Fear.
Take me away.
Trapped,
Lost.
Need an escape.
Hope,
Gone.
Please take me away.
Time,
Wasted.
I need an escape.
Life,
Worthless.
I need to be free.
Destiny,
Unfulfilled.
Don't let it be.
Time is nothing
But what you make of it
Life has meaning
If only you reflect on it
Shards of glass
Dripping with blood
A solitary soul
So lost and so alone
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