Monday, September 17, 2012



Daggers riveted everyone in my chest,
Words you said in the past,
And as far as I dismembered
Living the insane warmth of bed,
Now when I lie down at last in death,
Fleeting, I try even new destination
But my path demarcated
Not accepting more spurious claim,
Rather nefarious life who tries
Winning in meekness any storm
And you know dissonant emotions
So to perpetrate this way,
I know I actually am alone,
And nothing, not forgiveness now exposes ...


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