Really I don't know where I'm going with this

By Larissa · Dec 26, 2012 ·
  1. My own life
    So insignificant
    From my pity to sorrow
    They all posses the same light
    I do wish
    For a rust blade
    A serene forest to run red
    Will their understanding grow
    Can their empathy blossom
    For this hunger is a weed
    Feeding off my soul
    I must take the pesticide
    And let the flowers feed off my blood
    I have run them dry
    Just as life has run me
    I ride my sorrow
    Like a peasant begs
    I cannot choose but I happily receive
    I am ravenous for relief
    A noose to choke my cries
    A blade to numb my mind
    Perhaps this is best

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