Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Just that

First off,
U never knew what I’ve been through
There’s no way
Or any chance
A question
Could bring it all up

the pain, The bitterness
Brown and black
rusting inside my throat
Choking and degrading
thus, I cant say anything
But for you to feel
ten thousand nails
These are murmuring
Inside my clasping hands
Hence, Would not,
In any chance
Will rise up

So please,
I beg you
Don’t castigate me further
As I’m already in the verge
Of fading
I demand
some level of respect
or at least, some kindness
even just a bit of it

as what I see fit

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