your bones have become shards
poking through clothes

mouth seems wired shut
never knowing which way to go

you ask how I am
then show your pain

I never get to play victim
when will I be able to lay blame?

glue on your fingers
smeared across my eyes

can’t see to know
won’t feel to cry

ashes on tongue
I will burn through your voice

sever blood ties
we all have a choice.

09/30/2005

Author's Note: I can admit it's pure crap.

Posted on 09/30/2005
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