Wednesday, March 26, 2008

oh, it's too late
to say anything productive...
except i'm sorry
you had to fend through me,
my empty stomach,
hands, and fists,
fighting you
and whats within
i quiet all the shit inside
so time can heal my wounds,
and ignite the cost, of what i owe
to you, to me until....
theres nothing left, there's
nothing more,
a piss into the wind,
oh, angry now,
forever more,
the line i've crossed
in sin.


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