All the frustration
burns in my soul
as I fumble with the
blade in my mind.

Darkness seems
so easy to accept
as I crawl and
sprawl over the
death in my mind.

Yet a mixture of
struggle as I
try to figure out
the sadness that burns
inside my veins.

The alcohol brings
no comfort as I
struggle to find hope.

Yet it tortures me
the possiblities
of what I could do
if things became brighter.

So I sit miserable as
each minute burns
so brightly as it
pokes me with dark
brands of hopeless
causes linger.

And she laughs
at I strive to find
meaning in it all.
A meaning to leave
behind as I the neon
lights linger,
and for the night
I dream of cavalier
and savors.

08/14/2005

Posted on 08/14/2005
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