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by Kevin Fitz Apr 26, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Desultory A twisted painting, a disaster piece A broken picture for their eyes to feast Limbs bound by chains Blood within their fangs Steal a taste and see That this is all of me Hollowed by your hands Fashioned all within your plans Something is all wrong All the love is gone My hands aren't giving, they are taking My heart isn't loving, it is braking If this is all I am Purge me from myself.