The Breed Of Underground

A deadbeat dwelling in it's own pity
Trying to find gold from a pile of waste
No way out of the one way hell...
Leading straight through forgiveness and remorse...
To your final home where you belong
A loser playing a game, that's been over for too long
You will never change the way you live...
Until it's too late to change what you've become
Your carcass on the bloody walls...
Won't even change the fact, no one cares if you're dead or alive.

poem by Sammy's Notes
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