I AM A FRAGILE MAN
A man lies in a house of dust and sand
faith in the future pours through calloused hands
and slowly smothers an iron will to live
no lust, no love, no passion left to give
But in the hallowed halls of his damned heart
there lies
fallen leaves
for every long lost love
,
books filled with broken ambitions,
fading frames for friends and family
missing
in the blackest depths
a longing
for lust, love, ambition, passion to give
And a fragile mans desire to find the will to live.
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