Monday, December 06, 2004

Broken

Broken spirit, broken wings
Soul cold like stone
Calloused heart is nothing to desire
I hear your voice, my heart seethes with hatred
I fall, you laugh
I reach out my hand for help, you break my arm
Tears stream from salty eyes
I plead for help
You push me down
I am worthless

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