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Writing on empty walls of glass,

Pacing mutually every pace,

shards stab my feet scraping the skin,

red is my step,

preceding all the rest,

I'm a jungle full of shame,

As the glass that reflects my fame,

for i shall allow no treason,

within the barrels of a gun,

I lost, no form of reason,

But this pain in my feet stays,

like my shoes far, far away.

- bloodofchrist

writing worthless words on a sheet of paper,



the only thing that responds is the ink,



and the snow follows and drips out the old rusty sink,



i live a lie of satisfaction and content,



although my weakest fear,



of which being life is allowing me to vent,



the artificial warm wind wondering toward your face,



shows the truth about being insane,



once you've felt pain, does it make you stronger,



once you've lived through shit,



does it make you stronger,



once you've dealt with death in your own two hands,



doesn't it make you stronger?











nothing amounts to the pain of losing someone close to you. it's unbearable to the point of disaster.clear this ruble and allow new plans, every landfill can become something beautiful with the right idea! LIVE LIFE LIVE FEARLESSSSSSSSSSSSSS