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Isolated
My inbox is empty
The phone never rings
No knocks on my door
No letters for me
7 days a week
Spent in solitude
My heart beats weaker
With each lonely moon
And where are you?
My many friends
Do you feel my pain?
Do you understand?
You don't.
You can't.
You never will.
So how can you judge
My desire to kill?
The phone never rings
No knocks on my door
No letters for me
7 days a week
Spent in solitude
My heart beats weaker
With each lonely moon
And where are you?
My many friends
Do you feel my pain?
Do you understand?
You don't.
You can't.
You never will.
So how can you judge
My desire to kill?
Published 8th Nov 2013
| Edited 3rd Jan 2014
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8th Nov 2013 11:21pm
Nicely done. Love to feel the angst in this--it's fuel for the soul.
11th Nov 2013 00:27am
