By it dosent matter
Date: 7 December 2000
as it should
pulsing with each beat
my tortured heart sings
till end of days
i will forever weep
lost now gone forgotten
in this tide of human race
beaten frayed ground
till i cant stand no more
to crawl around with no support
empty wish to be
ouch a pull
twang goes a yanked string
groan goes my heart
as i lift myself to my feet
for you have arrived
these tired old feet
again begin the dance
one to bring you to me
for me to help and heal
before once again i am alone
as it should be
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