Murdered By The Truth

by Kevin Fitz   Apr 26, 2006


Murdered By The Truth

My hands are broken, my limbs are barely hanging on
I know it's all my fault, but I can't change what is wrong

The soul is dead
The blood isn't red
It's as black as my eyes
Where all hope dies
Sanity has faded
All reason is jaded
Heart imploded
Veins exploded
My mind raped
My mouth taped
Your words are void
My body destroyed

What a tragedy to hide the words that were said
To the grave I take the truth you nailed inside my head.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Elynnka

    It flows perfect! I love it!