Blurred Vision


I pricked my heart on deaths needle
swimming in the blood as it falls on the floor
slowly turning, fading colors of life
hopes of no day to come again
misunderstood answers to your questions
over and over, again and again
I'll soon break out of your walls
the room went dark too soon
Mother do you even hear me cry?
Return to your life, Goodbye..

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