Saturday, May 24, 2014

Please Have A Seat

These hands have become knives 
Cutting all your souls to ribbons With every keystroke 
This is what happens when unbalanced
Goes untreated
Creative mind running amok
Walking deserted streets in the dead of night
Plotting and planning
Creating conspiracies 
Please save my sadness 
Save me
Save me

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