Cry So HardHe knows he must get up, to draw himself from the pit, of his solitary despair, and return to his duty. It feels like a wound, though no blood flows forth. He sees his end waiting there, biding its time in the shadows. Why, oh why, does it hurt so bad? Why, oh why, does he cry so hard? People drift by his dark park bench, oblivious to the broken soul, resting his weary feet, upon the unforgiving sod. Torn between spectres of the past, and the bright eyes fading in the future. Safe with his pained soul, uncertain and terrified of the outside wCry So Hard
UnforgivenI fling the doors of the church wide, but all eyes turn away, for I am the unforgiven. I scream to the rafters upon my knees, "grant me respite," for I am the unforgiven. I kneel before the cross, but the priest turns away, for I am the unforgiven. I beg him for forgiveness and mercy, and they sneer in my face, for I am the unforgiven. I kneel before the cross, and hold my hands out to it, but He turns away. For I am, the unforgiven.Unforgiven
by ~Silencio-Forever
Like a Badger.
LIKE A BADGER!
Yeah, that was random, sue me.
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"We are the future; the 21st century, dyslexic, glue-sniffing cybersluts."
Papa Roach - Tightrope
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