Saturday 21 January 2012

There's Nothing There.

you poke, you prod and you stab
you try to cut through the skin and through the cage that holds my heart
and back in the day, it would've worked;
i would've been cold on the floor
but today your pathetic knives just bounce off my shields
you mean nothing anymore
you can't harm me- you can't hurt me anymore
but thanks for trying.

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