deal me with a single blow
torture it is
a dagger in wound
slowly twisted with malice
my heart races
sight blurs
madness is when
you surrender control
breath is sharp
drowning in despair
i anticipate that finale
a strong tug away
of that now anchored thorn
pressing on my pulse
anticipation and fear
while consumed in this whirlpool
as each wave hits
the sands slip away
with each short breath
with each blurred gaze
she secretly yearns for savior
from this anguish
behind the mask of
uncontrollable madcap calm
expressionless is
just another form of rage
Me
2006-06-19 03:52
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