Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Life.

You cut me down.
Every time I think I can be more,
You hack me off at the knees.
I lie here before you,
A bleeding, blooded mess
Because you will not alow me to be more.
I jump,
A grotesque,
A shadow play,
But you always drag me back.
Why won't you just let me be?

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