Treasure Island

Sierra Staten

(4/17/97 / Newman, California)

Everything Is Gone


Even though I'd like it very much
To see you get torn apart
My heart won't be able to take the misery 
My worst flaw is that I have fallen for the enemy
And although I try to break away
Something lures me back to you

Why is life so hard
never does it get easy 'just more heartaches and despair.
My heart feels so heavy 
cannot carry it another day. I've failed your summer 
way's long winter days 
Now i fade.death and the reaper will be coming soon
real soon and no one
will watch as i go for my long awaited doom.
Just another daughter 
Just another Rotter.
When the sun shines down and it's dark 
and cold it feels 
like i am ready ' for death loving fold.
May all your dreams 
come true as for me this is my 
last day to bloom.

Submitted: Friday, March 02, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 03, 2012

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