You saved my trash,
and I had to laugh.

Habituation holds no end in Melancholia's harass.
I ponder my path to perpetual morass

The spotlight of Life always burned me to ash...
Before it lit the worst of me.


In the corner, my clock blinks relinquished.

Is it that time already?
My clock- elapsed?
What is she trying to tell me?

My life -- a bullet slow
My death -- a bullet fast

Has my time passed?
Our Red, dispatched to black?

My heart- pounding to pulp
A life - lain lorn - laid down - at last?

09/09/2002

Posted on 10/29/2002
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