Friday, October 14, 2005

Not the daytime soap...

You know there's something wrong when,
you got everything you need and,
you still feel alone.
The only direction is down,
how easy it is to feel the bottom.
In my eyes, way back in the nerve and tissue.
something burns, thoughts of,
bright white, the cleansing of us all.
So sterile, enshrouded in simplicity,
darkness can only be followed by a guiding light,
can you see it? can you feel it?
The loss of soul, all memory.
We become dust and lack of marrow,
So who wants to stumble, to fall, to become meaningless when,
a thousand next lives won't change the only one that counts??!!


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