October 03, 2004


Hiding behind these words
Is easier than I thought.
If you read between the lines
You wonít see the pain Iíve felt;
Thatís not the lie youíve bought.
In my creative haze,
I spin my webs with ease;
Cocoon myself inside a hollow make believe.
Stanza after stanza
Bleed from my black heart
But still the poison of my memories
Refuses to leave.
Tired of talking, the silence killing me
I canít find a relief.
Abhorred for giving my testimony,
It takes all that I have to remember to breathe.

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