Pressure comes and blood clots,
as I wonder over my own thoughts.
I feel the pain of despair's crooked
smile as she makes my heart bleed and
clammer.

It has been many years of broken
ideals that I ponder over my
status in this world of worlds.
I remember the cool breeze on
an azure sky.

Yet all the pain and misery
seem to compound my wishes and dreams.
No more has the velvet night or
the sparkling sky twinkle in rememberance.

My mind is slowly sinking into
my only comfort of misery.
She pats me on the shoulder,
and bays me to the blade.

But for a moment or two
I think about happy endings.
Only to have them dance,
and be forgotten in my
own memory.

04/11/2005

Posted on 04/11/2005
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