All your lies.
All of your life.
All of your dreams
shattered like glass.
Cutting your bare feet
as you walk all alone.
Dreaming of a future
paying off that loan.

Dream of a day far into the past.
Walking alone bleeding with slippers on
Ask god why he took all you possess
and left you here with a ton of things to confess.

Ask yourself the questions you've always feared
and cringe every time the demons get jeered.
So maybe now it's really time to make me sick
and listen as you hear the clock start to tick.
Since it seems you can't deal with the impending hear and now
since your too deaf to understand and too disillusioned anyhow.

12/16/2003

Posted on 12/16/2003
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