Wednesday, August 6, 2008
... but home is nowhere.
This is my line, this is eternal.
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural.
My prayers to disappear.
Absent of grace, marked as infernal.
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned.
To this nature, so unnatural.
I remain alone.
Give me something, give me something real.
I lay strewn across the floor,
can't solve this puzzle.
Everyday another small piece can't be found.
I lay strewn across the floor,
pieced up in sorrow.
The pieces are lost,
these pieces don't fit.
Pieced together incomplete and empty.
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8:19 AM
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