Like ripped sheets of a black plastic trash bag clinging to a chain link fence
I'm caught on the barbs being pulled and pushed My grip strengthens in defiance of the wind.
Tearing apart what held me together bits and pieces break free,caught! and gone within a moment.
I rattle and howl whipping violently battling the wind clinging on for dear anything...
"You cannot take me yet beast!" But I am almost nothing left.
You can barely tell what I used to be but you can clearly see what I've become,
trash.
Beaten to oblivion still holding on...give me something...give me....please?
I'm caught on the barbs being pulled and pushed My grip strengthens in defiance of the wind.
Tearing apart what held me together bits and pieces break free,caught! and gone within a moment.
I rattle and howl whipping violently battling the wind clinging on for dear anything...
"You cannot take me yet beast!" But I am almost nothing left.
You can barely tell what I used to be but you can clearly see what I've become,
trash.
Beaten to oblivion still holding on...give me something...give me....please?
apathy:
come to this side of the border where the cities have trees and you can hold my hand while i laugh and whisper the word weak 