By dee
Date: 13 November 2000
in the eyes of the walking wounded
I'm in this perpetual downward spiral
where every little step I take
seems to lead me to the wrong place.
I want to cry out and grab a hand
a heart, a shoulder -- in the dark
yet none are free, every heart that I have touched
beats a far more tortured tune than mine
so I'm dancing in this perpetual spiral of silence.
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