Monday, April 25, 2005

Life with you

Mouth closed, pursed lips and lump in my throat.
Hatred does this
Dagger eyes lifting with blazes of fury,
Teeth clenched, breathing slow
Hatred does this
Words that spit, knifes stabbing in the wound
Acid dripping from mouth

These aliens that involve your mind and take over your world.
I can't be in your word, everyone knows you there.
To pick up where you left off, do the same circle of life everyday
I'm only a spectator. My seat is high in the rafters. I don't want a front seat in your life, I don't want any seat in your perfect life.
This is how I feel.

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