Sold for the price of self control…
Sold out for the price of my soul…
Soul soughing to let me know the illness
Sold out for the loss of my distress..
Soul desperation to let me know the score..
Sold for the thought of something more..
Selling the wind in my lungs for a number..
Selling the tears in my ducts to help me slumber..
Sold out for the saturated fact of self control..
Selling it all for the last thought to fill the hole..
Soul is lost under the paper avalanche
Sold out to the apple on the branch..
Sold the last bit of my heart..
Soul is gone.. Now where do I start?

03/14/2004

Posted on 03/14/2004
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