Curses and daggers
bury deep in my soul.
Each moment I stare
blankly with empty
sullen eyes I see
that each breath
is broken.

I smile and be the
utter gentlemen,
but there is a
darkness that lingers
in the very heart
of my being.

Soul-less, I am
and the broken
can never understand
the damned in the end.
Only admire the
shear cold that stirs
at first but breaks
into a blizzard
in the bones of me.

No steel or armor
can protect the
shattered because
the curse is strong
in the words that is
etched in my name.

A name no longer
a calling but a name
of a curse that I shall
be forever alone in
a crowd of friends.

All alone in the
tender embrace I can only
watch on the screens,
but never have a
chance to hold.

In the end I am
forever dead.

11/03/2008

Posted on 11/04/2008
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