The only way I can communicate
Is when I dictate my life in too lines
Always questioning everything I do
Never finding an answer to anything
For the past, present, and the dead
Watch my pen bleed ravenously
The thoughts that continuously
Keep seeping out of my head
I’ve exploited myself and others
With no means again and again
And I can not find an end
So I put my heart back on the shelf
I wonder if I am the cure or
Maybe I caused the disease
The situation has long endured
Now just let it rest in peace
I know I may complain
And sometimes ask why
But without any shame
Dreams will soon run dry
Without the chalked path of others
It takes away all the constant clutter
So I choose my own path to walk
Alone, and as far, and as hard
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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