By jackryhme
Date: 2001 Sep 30
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[[2001.09.30.00.09.24170]]

ghost

footsteps echo from my head
dead of night, soft a bed
screams of rage
ripping eyes
tearing me from myself
throwing wide
a future never  to be
in its beginnings already dead
and this time i had hope
suffered hope
relished ...hope
and for my error
caged in slashing  pain
self regrets
quiet shame
yet will I still live
while all my rest
are ghost