The bell tolls

by James Sawyer   Feb 21, 2007


Brain dead pigskin
Pick myself up again
Battle weary soul scared
Skin of sorrow once more I discard
Chilled flesh emotional scum
Look at the wreak Ive become

Tattered heart black as coal
Anger rages uncontrolled
Eyes are blind for all I see
Hatred has the best of me
Dark circles round my eyes
Help complete deaths disguise

Twisted grimace on my face
Something that I cant erase
Your name says it all
The devils voices come to call
In the end the bells toll
Have I lost my self-control

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