sharin the barren wasteland(prompt 8c)©
This music is so annoying
over and over the same thing,
that's what my existence is reduced to
the same old thing nothing new.
This old thing i see
in the mirror is me,
growing more worn out every single day
no catchy tune i hear no role i play.
I spread like a disease
carrying things that don't please,
we all need to find a cure
to end my plague forevermore.
Music and people are meant to enjoy
not have empty darkness as a ploy,
i don't wanna pull you in+leave you dry
tired of drying up those i get near....
i just wanna spare you all and die.
Copyright© 2012
the ground below there waits for me to lie....
Sally
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