in the silence of a familiar room
i murder all that i have left of
you.

and i have angry hands. why didn't you
ever tell me and i have strange eyes.
why didn't they ever blind you.

sometimes we try too hard and sometimes
we hardly try at all but i was never one
to waste wishes so why should i start
now.

and everybody wants to know what am i running
from

when

what am i running to would have been
the better question.

03/17/2004

Author's Note: yea, somethin' like that.

Posted on 03/17/2004
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