December 6 2005

God, how you may look at me and never know
a truth so true that it does lie
how a night may fall without an utter word spoken
a girl so dead that she cannot cry

how cruel a world we live in
where people hate and i envy you for such a feeling
how destructive a standard you live by
where we watch and ignore those in need of healing

how could one gaze upon my face and see but nothing
the fear that minipulates those in distraught also devours a
soul
how could the touch of your hand have commence such a
hatred
the love that withered in a day and left her out of control

how can you sit there and lie to her
the evidence so feirce she holds it in her bloody hands
how could sit there with murderous hate in her heart
the tears of christ himself falling as she runs inland

how much more should i run
chasing a dream of any remaining sanity
how much longer can i hold my lips together and keep the
blade away
hoping for a disclosure for my remaining humanity

...i am lost...