The Inner Workings Of My Mind... Seriously Are An Enigma
Monday, November 11, 2013
Hate.
If I was deaf.
And you were blind.
Would you still scream out to me?
See what damage you could cause,
Behind those eyes
Forever useless.
Hate comes around
Judgments revealed
An ignorant bliss
No wounds to heal.
Bouncing off my senseless soul.
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