Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 74
I'm A Reject, To You

I've got the mouth of a hellion
Heart of the beast
All this hate inside that I
Just can't seem to release

I'm a reject, to you
I'm cold and icy
Down to the depths
I'm a reject, to you

So cold the sweat on
My forehead freezes.
And glistens against
My rocky skin.

I'm tired of life,
But I don't complain much.
Nobody to listen to me,
Because nobody cares.

I'm a reject, to you
I'm cold and icy
Down to the depths
I'm a reject, to you

Hope you envy me.
I'm the guy in the corner,
Hugging his knees.
And life just isn't fair
But I don't care because

I'm a reject, to you
I'm cold and icy
Down to the depths
I'm a reject, to you!

 

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