landfills.

all these bullet holes, filled with my discarded landfills. they can't, and won't speak for us.
you'll take the easy life, with handshakes of all my cries. the way that slowly kills my will.
i'll take your silent knife, that final point of life, with all your wounds, wounds that won't heal.
you look so pretty high up, up where you won't fall off. your place where you can't feel the words.
down here, so tired and lonely, right here, the one and only, a failure, failure you can't feel.
what a final thought. a final disappointment. a failure sugarcoated by fear.
such a nice example, another pointless sample. it's one way, a way to take your deal.
you are.. my final thought.., that final fight i lost. the potential that is never real.