A commentary on life.
This is a sad, gloomy place,
where love and dreams die,
A place where everything,
turns into a well-known lie.
Broken hearts and shattered dreams,
are controlling my life,
Everywhere I turn,
I see small visions of blood and a knife.
As I sit here and lay on my bed,
I wonder what just happened,
'Cause this lonely place,
is now inside my head.
posted by gary @ 10:09 PM
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