they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Friday, December 31, 2010

If home is where the heart is, why do I feel so fucking heartless ?;

An icon cast in the light of freer times, 
now writhes in a bed of lies.
Hope doesn't live here.
Love doesn't live here anymore.
Mother mercy, take my hand.
Follow me through this forsaken land.
Father time, return what's mine.
The innocence you stole from these eyes.
Because I just feel numb.

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