By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2008 Jan 26
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I'm tired
of you
of tomorrow,
of this world

I'm tired of cold sheets,
of sory smiles,
of rusty pain
I no londer resist
the grip you have
on my miserable eyes

and I'm tired
of opening my eyes
in the morning
only to watch it get swallowed
by memories
that I no longer want.

I'm so tired
of this overwhelming sorrow
that holds me tight
in my bare room
with nothing but a song
and a cigarette
to keep me company