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It is my crutch
it is my failure
cross stitches in
my heart
Memories
frozen in stone
No ammount of
repenting
can heal this
wound.
it is my anger
it is my blood
bile stuck in my
throat
sick gnawings
at my stumach
corrective surgery
cannot fix this void
it is my hatred
it is my past
broken doors
sit in helpless frames
shattered splinters
pierce my feet
resentment in many
forms
it is my angst
it is my cancer
we go way back,
to the very start.
stuck in a reverie
of what used to be
could we go back to
the start?
With or without you,
you are what has been
born of the ashes.

Who am i,
this lust
this raw emotion
humanoid typhoon
so many tender
nerve endings,
exposed at the surface
To live is to prove
you wrong
What a life to live
Explosive energy
When will it end
Will I find peace
at the end of the rainbow,
along witht he pot of gold?
He is my salvation,
my saving grace,
the protector of my heart
When all else fades into
mist, he is my light at the
end of the tunnel.
He is my hope,
my future.