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Ace Of Black Hearts

Rookie - 0 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

You're Too Late


Screaming really loud.
Stomping upon the rough ground.
Cuts upon the wrist.
Hopelessness.

Memories extorting.
I can feel you on the inside.
Twisting me alive.
A struggle to save me from myself.

On the edge.
Too many regrets.
Poison pills you weren't meant to swallow.
Insufferable misery I love you to god damn much.
Angels and demons can't even reach my mind.
Not this time.

Memories extorting.
I can feel you on the inside.
Twisting me alive.
A struggle to save me from myself.

Left for the dead.
Bones to grind.
A new disease is attacking my spine.
Get out, get out.
Breathing slowly waning.

Screaming really loud.
Stomping upon the rough ground.
Cuts upon the wrist.
Hopelessness.

No escape.
An invitation to death.
The willing victim.
The willing whore.
How much pain am I suppose to endure?

Memories extorting.
I can feel you on the inside.
Twisting me alive.
A struggle to save me from myself.

It is to late.
It is always to late.

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 03, 2013
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (5/2/2013 3:53:00 PM)

    Thanks for the encouraging comment, I was expressing my feelings hopelessness and I know it never too late, but what I feel is different entirely. The mind and heart don't always agree. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 169 Points Ghost Watcher Megee (12/18/2014 8:56:00 AM)

    A winner is someone who gets up one more time than he is knocked down.

  • Rookie - 303 Points Poetheart Morgan (5/2/2013 3:28:00 PM)

    Can you hear the loneliness swirling and dancing?
    Is your Pace or is it coming from another persons? Think about that! ! !
    And Never is Too Late! ! ! (Report) Reply

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