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2003-03-25 20:56:42 ET Had a break in my studying and decided to write a little diddly here... it's been too long it seems since I last wrote. Well criticize...I mean critique away. The Question A pause in between screams Underneath and below But never above it seems Twitch and exhale it out Anything but what it's meant to be No need to ask forgiveness No matter what I say This synapse will never miss Just wasted and rotten Dark and blackened at the tips The words fade to dust on my tongue Dull taste to your sweet embrace Eye quivering in and among Thoughts of it all fading Stopping as the poisoned arrow is flung Away with it all resounding Echo back to my parched ears It's all too late And nothing is left over Away with it stinging still Echo back from my flooded mouth Still too late And everything is under Which is the way they will ask and without much glance I will tell the story of my buried soul and pain that I've caused and how my way has lain my broken bones upon your window sill and they will drive still to find the place that they are lookin for but it has already up and left Gone with the words that die in the air between... |
