The constant pounding
pain ensuing
it hurts so much
the sickness dwells
is it me, or is it at all
within the mind or reality
is it sickness or love
hate or despair
possibly just sorrow
a life within nothingness
empty thoughts within a shattered life
dead eyes with a living soul
a dead soul with living eyes
that show little emotion
so empty almost hating
trust is it earned or given
who can you trust
if not yourself
Thursday, July 15, 2004
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