Jun 11, 2013

Poem for the living dead

An eternal curse turns my emotions to stone
An identity lost deep down in my bones
Family is a delusion, Home is a myth
Young, on the run, filled with emptiness

Fairy tales are nothing but dreams
Love is nothing but fantasy
If I could be who I want to be
Acceptance would be my sanity

As glass shards cut deep
I realize that you don’t shed tears for me
Deception is perfection
 So do you trust what you see?

An eternal curse turns my emotions to stone
Lost and lonely, have nowhere to go
Family is a delusion, Home is a myth
Alone, living dead, filled with bitterness

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