Wow,
I let it happen again,
But how?
I can’t really complain,
Its my own damn fault.
It’s me that I despise,
These tears won’t seem to dry.
Got what I wanted,
But now begging for more.
What’s left of me is haunted,
I foolishly hope you’d help me restore,
All I lost,
At the cost of being a hero,
Dreams don’t come true.
Especially not for the one writing this to you.
I watch it again,
As it starts to burn,
And my tears begin to fall to the ground,
The blade sits there, on the main vane
Searching for relief but it wasn’t found.
The air is cold and thin.
It just sits there on my skin,
doing nothing.
Thoughts surrounding me,
Blade still just sitting there
And I look around,
I’m not content with the nothing.
Emotional acid,
It slowly eats away…
I let it happen again,
But how?

~But how?~
By the death of an angel
3/21/06
 
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