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Sunday, 14 February 2010

Save Me

The weeping echoes into silence,
Dried up have all the tears
Anguish falls on deaf ears
Save me, save me

Withered away have all hope and faith, the fall
Weary to scale the heights of prosperity
Shoved in by the cold and the shadows
Cast off by the nonexistent saviour

Holding on to the waning pride
Sanity and will slip away
Empty spaces, closed doors
Betrayed and battered, he twitches in solitude
Peace he finds, eyes closed


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