09 March 2011

now meaningless my crusade smiles suicide


there is no such thing as follow forever
take a look at these limbs   
wonder which i can sever
didn’t waste the time or take it for granted
stood to the spot as if you were planted
now
two a.m. 
holding steady
check my palms see if i am ready
 
to take this leap into
imperfection 

meaningless
despite                             the connection
my crusade
more often than not 
open wounds that had best been
                                                                  forgotten
hear heretic’s torture
turned our believer’s wisdom
to fortune
fort drum
 smiles

all the while
really meant

suicide









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