Friday, 15 November 2013


I’m sorry

Sorry my hands are tied

Not dripping in blood
But covered none the less


Sorry they fought the wrong battle
For the wrong ideals
And made no difference at all

Sorry they grew old

Like decay could prevent the crisis
Lock me down before I even began

Keep demons at bay

Sorry they are flawed

Cold and calculating
When what you deserved was warmth

I am sorry

They told you that everyday

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