Saturday, March 9, 2013


the lost can never be returned
in rotting wastelands, filled with debris of the past

forgetting is so easy, perpetuating forward
into the unknown by slave drivers
chained collars and owners
rules oh so wrong
the sediment has shifted, too many lies to get away
damsel to distress,

so self centered
learned too late, slit the connection
give me more

stuck on love
so many things to prove
sunk in the sea, net caught too many but the one

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