Forgotten
Dreamers of another world followers of a different kind You didnt seem to mind the abuse of weaker ones. You care only for yourself and to me you were never kind. When the love died, you went with it. No more abuse, now who is weak? You, your time to lose its not a game, its not an object, it is my soul and you had it in your hands. But now your gone. No more lipstick stains on your collar, you were wrong. No more bruises, scrapes or burns, you said thatI needed to learn. Learn what? That you were stonger and bigger than I? Learn that with each blow I cry? How does it feel to be overpowered? You were nothing but a coward! Crimson all along the walls and all around my toilet How does your head feel Now that you ate that bullet? Be gone with you and all of this because you were, but now is, forgotten shit. Written June 6th, 2001 © on Jun 06 2001 01:37 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Dreamers of another world..."