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Draining
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closet boxes 2006 There's nothing left to care for
no one to give a damn
no one left to feel the pride
that comes from being man.
There's nothing but illusion
realities that never take
how does it feel to be unfeeling
how much do you think you can take.
There's nothing to redeem us
we are all products of our fear
can we really take the burden
when our ends are drawing near.
There's nothing left to save us
when we've all fucked it up
we've caused our own destruction
the blood drains from our life's cup.
love this line
"how does it feel to be unfeeling"
and this bit
"There's nothing to redeem us
we are all products of our fear
can we really take the burden
when our ends are drawing near."
I like it
tho the end isn't as strong as the rest of the poem
Much Love
Ashley