Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The end of something old

Needed to see it happen
didn't want to hear the screams
slowly running from the action
like the way I do in dreams
the dead don't speak
not a word
when they do it goes unheard
It's a one way trip
and it's what I get
for living life the way I did
each side of the spectrum
points in my direction

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