To finally be released
From this self-inflicted
Slavery to my own heart
Would be bliss.
My mind mocks my heart,
Cruely twisting the blade
Of reality deeper into this
Aching flesh
Until my heart lashes out;
Numbing both body and soul-
Each humble in their own accord.
But still release is not achieved
And so I wait...

03/21/2002

Posted on 03/21/2002
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