Gravel had bled into her soul and the soles of her feet She wore the blisters on her skin She wore the blisters on her skin like a map of the street Every corner was a shattered dream Writhing from the cold and the ghosts in the dark She laid down her heavy head Her tears filling up the grave she had dug
First thing she does when she wakes Is regurgitate every mistake One step deeper Into her broken life.
One step deeper
His skin had grown tired of the proof That life had inhaled the ashes of his youth
Tortured Souls
He hadn't loved her for years Neither the dog or the house or the kids. He wasn't happy with the splash of blood from their skulls or the screams Done wasting time on love and family and other meaningless things
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