The darkness dances
and swallows me.
Ashes burn and I'm
gone again.

Smoke dances all around
me with no joy.
Slowly I'm dying as the liquor
burns holes in my soul.

Death has no mysteries
and the ocean has no
hopes.

Each breath and sigh
makes me die.
Slowly every drop of blood
burns bright.

11/14/2007

Posted on 11/14/2007
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