Nobody (2007)
A Nobody,
raised in the wind.
Dirty and wasted,
For he has sin.
A crushed heart,
Lay inside his soul.
The Nobody hangs,
Above a blood filled bowl.
Draining him slow,
Drip after Drip after Drip.
A blood bath,
But unable to grip.
The Nobodies,
That has gone this far.
The dead will always be with them,
And will always know who they are!
Jake Alexander Cruse

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