Can't Be Saved

by Taylor   Jul 26, 2009


One ounce of pain becomes non-stop torture

That bruise becomes larger
That cut sinks deeper
Blood flows like water
Soon to be hospitalized

A simple tear turns into rainfall

Breath shortening sobs frequent
Shrouded eyes make it difficult to see
Heart beats one too fast, leading to chaos
The aftermath of anxiety is never good

Screams misunderstood

Head pounds with every heart beat
Convulsing and trying to gain control
The other souls near wonder in fright
And the uncontrollable anger starts

Into a state of demonic rage

Objects go soaring through the air
People run in fear from this animosity
Seems as if the world is coming to an end

Or maybe it's just another life
That can't be saved.

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