Each day
A little bit of my soul
Slips away
Black as coal
If I wasn't afraid
I'd take away...
Surfing the grade
Teetering another day
My soul is done
It is forgotten
The world has won
Spirit's rotten
And as I hide my tears
Succumbing to nothing
Despite wishing for years
Just to be a something
But here lies a reject
Here lies a no one
Why can't He inject
The final beat of drum?
11/10/14 Written by ©Diana Jillian
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