by Chris Tyner

Created on: July 22, 2008

The Death That Lives

Falling apart is nothing new
Seems to be the only thing that I can do
Pieces of me crash into you

No alibi to recount
No one to plea my case
My judgment handed out to me
No longer am I free.

Friends reappear with concerned eyes
Telling me that they love the one I am
And then disappear the same

No door to make a run for
I seemed trapped by my fears
Salvation feels too far away
I can't see through my tears.

Dying inside, I make amends
Hoping to justify the death that lives in me
Only gaining the empty sense of need

No wake for this notion
The procession's stopped their haste
Like trash I'm thrown onto the ground
Quickly cover up this waste

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