Sheet.

by ImIndelible   Dec 13, 2009


The feeling of being lost
Without a trace or any cost
To have lose the very hope
Or even simply try to cope
It was hard and now I'm scared
I am bruised and i am scarred
No memory, no thought
No life, I've only fought
I'm blind in every sense
No reason or consent
My time is complete
This is the end of every sheet.

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