The ould ways

[unwanted]

The empty bottle stares at me
returning this, my frown
of all the things I hoped to be
I'm broken, falling down
I've one friend left to speak to
When things go so awry
And once a week away from you
The tears fall from my eyes
So turning back to broken ways
I drink another bottle
Dream of burning, cutting flesh
If life's short where's the throttle
Press it to the floor and watch
As the misery flies by
Another camel from the box
too empty now to cry
It's been 3 days now without food
And I quikly waste away
Thirty five pounds and still no good
Even food can't make me stay
I no longer sleep at night
Or even in the day
for dreams of you can't make this right
And joy drifting away
Has left me in this pond of hate
From which a curse was born
A form none can ever mistake
as mine, broken and scorned
cut me open, tear it out
A heart like mine just hurts
filled up with hatred and doubt
Just lay me in the dirt
For nothing on this world is gained
by broken hearts and sheepish men
and though I tried, pain unrestrained
Is borne by broken wings to me again

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*picks your nose*

I know you were expecting something more but... I was inspired =P

[Mindless Genius]

This was posted last april...he's not expected anything I believe