Two Thousand Ten


Everything I am is what you made me to be

Now I'm faded into life,  a fatal and lonely misery

Tapping my fingers against the lid, to let my self flee.

You just want to see that these scars would break me.

Leaving me severed and aching, and bleeding.

My world just escaped me

Not my hopes, Just dreams

Used to cope at night, every night,

Before I sleep, Left alone

A complete soul casualty.

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A Soul Casualty

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