 | Often, it's not good enough, for the ones it cherishes
Often, it's not good enough, for the ones it longs with love
Often, it's not good enough, for the ones that girdles it
and often, it's not good enough, for the people far aboveOften, it's so lonely, with no skin to writhe under
Often, it's mind coruppts, crumbling behind it's back
Often, it's amity, is ever so bleak and fable
and often, it's comfort, is the one thing it will lack
Often, it's grounding, disregards it's path
Often, it's image, stands vacant in it's crowd
Often, it doesn't, redeem a succeeding chance
and often, it's supporters, share but hardly loud
Often, the blade, impels them closer
Often, it secures, it's own harsh addiction
Often, every move, stresses the tempting blade
and often, it gives up fate, with an escaping faction
Often, it's soul, descends further and further
Often, it's heart, just deteriorates and falls
Often, it's view of life, surrenders as one
and often, it's pain, does not return it's calls
Often, it's too late, for the ones it treasures
Often, it's too late, for the ones it longs with love
Often, it's too late, for the ones that confines it
and often, it's too late for the one man above.
by Cameron 14 |  |
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