Through the crack
You see it all
Sinners sin and
Lovers fall.

One time gone
Before its known
Lose everything
You call your own.

Chase a thought all
Through your mind,
Lose it but something
More twisted you find.

Hate on top of
Years of misery.
From all the things
You've come to see.

03/01/2002

Posted on 03/01/2002
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