Tuesday, October 24

The Lord has seen fit to grant me breath
For this I am to thank Him though it ends in death
Returned to his fold I will bask serene in His honor
But only if I can escape all the horror
And if I dip my head in some water

Actually He has given me two lives
That have not much to do with one another
One frantically creates, romantically dreams
The other just screams
Aloud if it's alowed to or quiet in my brain

I never want to be born again.

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