sometimes there is nothing to do
but wait and listen to the
ashes collect.

there is nothing more than flashes
where there should be consistant brilliance,
fire that should keep away cold thinking
and light my way.

but there's that recurring fear
and i think that maybe i should
just kill the threat after all.

indecision could kill me first.

it's a plague, and you are the cure
it's a plague, and you are the cure
itsaplagueandyouarethecure
but where is the line between
virus and vaccine drawn.

and it doesn't count if we drew it in the dirt
before we threw the first stone.

now the ash is ankle deep.
how many thousands more will
leave their stain in the sands
before we realize that we're as
deadly to ourselves and we are
to the murdered.

02/22/2007

Author's Note: i hate this place.

Posted on 02/23/2007
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