The noose too weak
the street too high
the drugs too pale,
I lived
a second time
I wrote our story
the words faded
as I read our lives
a second time
Rain stopped
tears flowed
I remained drenched
a second time
A question unanswered
posed to two
of love and death
down on my knees
for the second time
I pulled the trigger
I drew a blank
I breathed my last
a second time
I felt the hurt
I felt the pain
as I pulled twice
the second time
I saw my life
I saw my end
all, a second time
The last time
A second time..
Thursday, May 24, 2007
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3 comments:
mindblowing
literally!
Beautifully rendered!
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