Lion of my Lassitude (Song 16 of 50)

19 Aug

I decided to try out my dark side…

Spit on my face
Watch my life fall to pieces at my feet
While I stand amid the aftermath
Feeling nothing.

Blood drying rust
My own blood under my fingernails
I bring it to my thirsty lips
Tasting nothing

Your mumbled words
Dissolve before I choose to ignore them
I remain oblivious
Hearing nothing

My apathy has become my obsession
Cold, so cold
Is the lion of my lassitude.

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Posted by on August 19, 2010 in FiftyNinety


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