Monday, November 15, 2010

Only An End

In the beginning

There was only an end
Only the means

That led to descent

A thousand scenes

I don't pretend

I don't long to forget

Because I can't defend

All the paths that we walked

Hand in warm hand

All the prey that we stalked

Appeasing one demand

All the hours we clocked

Working in the sand

The world we mocked

The things we had planned

I’ve had to accept

we deserved our defeat

Our hair unkempt

Sleeping in the street

We weren’t exempt

Bruised hands down to feet

I know now we aren't meant

to live such deceit

And here at the end

Once again we begin

I repay what you lent

you pay for each sin

I know where you went

you know that I'm pinned

spirit crushed and spent

and I still can't give in.

You learned to repent

I learned how to win
Theo Vaskevitch

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