schmitty
"Long ago...just like the hearse you died to get in again,we are so far from YOU"
another one of Gregs awsome uplifting poems
we live,
we die,
we fuck,
we cry,
lifes a hollow pit,
money, clothes, food, war,
to me it don't mean shit,
i see the world through my eyes
and take it in without surprise
behind my face theres nothing there
no thought, control, or even care
i do not want to live this way
i cannot stand the light of day
kill me now and kill me fast
kill me so the pain won't last
take my life
and take my soul
lifes a bitch
she took her tole
take it all away from me
and hope through my eyes u'll never see
for if u did u'd not control
my empty pit
my life the hole
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