'End of line.'
By blackheart
Vacant sign stood on my mind, Lost in trees, No wood be seen. Left alone, i’ll wander on, For sale soon, i’ll be. Open up the burning cradle (casket), Soon it be my time, i’ll not cry. Moments captured safe for now, As the flames burn fast and high. Dispose of me and carry on, Caught between the wheels, It’s only me i feel. Never nothing, but an absence none the less, For sale soon, i’ll be. Because... There’s a vacant sign scrawled on my mind, i, once would hear, But now the silence settles here. What a waste i’ve made of this... It’s all my fault, don’t waste your tears. As tonight again, i’ll lye alone. Don’t cry. My tears are more; enough to show... This is the end of line, i’m finished. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 08:16 PM PST, harry luck 0 • 10
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"Vacant sign stood on my mind,..."