Living on a broken dream
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Seeing nothing but pain
Reflecting and feeling
Nothing but anguish and pain.
Taking a knife and poising
It to the chest that sustains life.
Thinking of all the times hurt
And gazing at failure.
Then glancing as the blade bites
To a picture of a better time
To a world where life was well then
And shedding tears to a time long forgotten.
But time was up and blood fell to the floor
Signaling the end of one life
And one manís entry to the other side of existence.
I think sigs are dumb.