Get Through

by AngelOfFear   Mar 8, 2005


Shuffling feet
Empty glares
Packed to plenty
Hollow air

Try to push me
I'll fall straight down
Deafening rings
From silent sounds

Stench of the selfish
Fills my lungs
Chokes me deadly
I still move on

On my knees
I crawl through you
Find my way out
So i can move

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