Treasure Island

Harley Morriss

(24/10/1993 / brisbane)

alone....2


i'm alone....
well....
here with death....
fighting and losing....

i'm alone....
alone and stupid....
every angel i ever loved....
ripping my apart....

i'm alone....
i'm losing....
for i have to fight with one arm....
cause my wrist is bleeding....

i'm alone....
bleeding
planning....
planning my death....

i'm alone....
god turned his back...
death with arms wide open....
i may go....

i'm alone....
death screeching....
demons yelling....
i'm losing....

Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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