01.17.09

.EVERYTHING'S MUTE.

The dark circle closed in on my view again...
How many times have I been here before?
No reason to wake, or any wills to pursue...
Can a person get dusty if they don't move?

Words I speak turn to background noise...
The volume or tone makes no difference.
Nor the meaning or heart that's given with each sound.
What's there to say, if you can't listen?

Scars you can't see, just ones that I feel...
I cut so deep to open myself up to you...
The blood fled from me and left me dry.
It didn't matter to you if I tried...

Or, if i'm dying from your cold guiltless ways...
My heart stopped living when you threw me away.
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Fuck you, Zakk...