Lonely Christ Poetry
Enjoy... Or don't.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Verse
When you're sitting with that razor in your hand,
you get to see if you are or aren't a man.
When it hits that glass you see your past,
you're lost again; you're only trash.
You know you never had a plan.
You're all alone again.
~J.A.D
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