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Kaleidascope
The focus of my pain was hatching Taking her first breath She pecked too hard in search of food And plunged me to my pit of death The one I loved the most Made me the biggest fool I loved her like she was a swan And didn't see her buzzard's drool How could I love her when it hurts so much To simply look at her face? Fear will drive my soul to hell For hate I can do from any place I can hate her from so far away She won't feel my wrath And I won't see her tears I can hate to love another day I can hate her if she's not really here How could I expose my underbelly To one who would lap my blood? The mark of the beast is the betrayer's kiss And a bloody glove Tell me...how can I love? The shards of glass Which used to give my life color Will stab me in the heart When my focus turns to the sun The days of wine and roses Leave a drunken, stumbling, sobbing old man Who will fall into his own daggers If he dares lift himself to run I keep my eyes to the ground And roll in the glass that cuts me still Like thousand needle tracks For each painful fix You're a pill For each sliver of glass You drive deep into my soul Must somehow remain For when it's gone It leaves a hole
May 5, 2005, 12:56am
Copyright ©2005 Michael Paul