The door slams shut
darkness invades the heart
hate boils within
It all starts again
seeds begin to grow
through the orbs of black
blood runs cold
heart of stone
the old me again
tired of being what I am not
the smiles the gentleness
all for naught
being hate and one with it
my way, the only way
just a feeling an emotion
time will tell, can love heal
all I want is to know when
if at all, or is this really me
the hateful seething anger
it fills my heart and thoughts
I don't want this, but cannot escape
Sunday, July 04, 2004
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I am glad you wrote.
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Q
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