Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Forsaken




I've lost track of the years.
There's nothing left to say, it's nothing more than a vacant space.
An empty piece of history that I'm leaving behind.
I only wish you knew the hate. Refraining anger that lays sedate.
You are nothing but a ghost.
Nothing more, nothing less.
You were never there for me.
Can't you see?
You're dead to me.

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