Seeping into my eyes
I feel your sting
As the tears chisel away at my face
Each drop slicing flesh
Pieces falling off
No longer recognizable

I shouldn’t be here
Turned around
Twisting beyond hope
Loosening underneath
Forgotten dream

Sliding down the hills
Trying to reach the silver lining
Unattainable
Irreplaceable
I am not my
Self

Pulling apart
Deceiving
Transcending
To a lower level
Falling short of truth
I am recognizing
Inner strength
While portraying
Outer weakness.

12/16/2004

Posted on 12/16/2004
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