I'd die brimming with sorrow.
The time it takes to rectify my mistakes,
I can only pray that I'm not retired
Before I can be rebooted and rewired.
I broke his heart like splint bone,
And then I turned mine to angelite stone,
So as it decreases, I could smash it to pieces.
I broke it down like contraband.
It's just, I forgot to cut it out beforehand.
And now it hurts so very, very much,
But not like any careless crutch.
It hurts like Might and Ire, and lightning and fire.
It hurts like it's everything I've dreaded.
It hurts like my soul is being shredded.
where do you go when you know the way you came was wrong?
im so fucking lost. fuck this shit.
April 3, 2011
Edited and revised February 3, 2012
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