Wisked away
by the maddness

For some reason
everyone always seems to know
when I am weak

The scent
the scent of the kill

Fresh
bleeding

Down
hurting

Another blow
to the chest

The heart keeps pounding
I'm not alone
(not alone)
(not alone)
(not alone)

I see the light
through tears of blood

A halo of curiousity
questioning my well-being

The heart keeps pounding
He's always there
(always there)
(always there)
(always there)

And my thoughts refocus
confusing my emotions
yet again

(He's so good at that...)

01/30/2003

Posted on 01/30/2003
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