And at last

Not too sure, I guess people can try and decipher there own meaning from this, comment if you like, telling me what you feel from it.

Bitter's the emotion dawning
of what we did this morning
shovels, boots and dirty footprints
and at last
I feel nothing

Hatred's an embellished concept
just as hard for us to accept
the very truth that parts your lips
and at last
I feel something

Envy is a salted knife wound
Pretty girls who found their hearts swooned
the gullibility of beauties curves
and at last
I feel... 

The End

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