Friday, January 14, 2005

i have nothing to offer you.
no peace. no glory. no hope.
i cannot burn the music
nor fight the rains of smoke.
you gave trust-
i begged destiny torn-
played the silent god,
watched night mourn.
Washes of sense flood light
Hurt of hurt and not forgive.
pathetic ballad of the broken
sinner, sinner
cannot live.

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