I never thought I would love to do
some of the things we did

now the remains of wilted fingers
strum along my spine

I can barely feel through scar tissue
howlings of memories
the thorn upon my crown

I can diminish every aspect of my mind
and your influence can be numbed
to dumb luck

but it cannot take away the baby's breath
inside my lungs

sometimes a little luck
just isn't worth the price

A pound of flesh would have been a deal
or anything that left me breathing
without active thought.

03/06/2008

Posted on 03/06/2008
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