An edge comes too pointed
at the throat unexpected.
Too chiseled are words
fracturing, hollowing out any life within.
In death shall we know truth
for everything in life
is but a heartbeat away
from nonexistance.
And I see bitterness surrounding,
hatred consuming
pulling
pushing
raping
killing...
Still I believe,
and I won't blame you
Cause I seek light to guide me,
when nothing else
can...
2005
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