Kharma

Lost, in this room of anger

Amidst rebuilding, my destruction is evident.

I tried to grasp every fiber of you

Finding out that I was a fool to trust you

Hurt, beyond this mass of life

Loosing my last flame of love in this echoing cage

Hoping that I will find what I once lost

Finding out later that it never existed.

Fighting my way to redeem myself,

Seeing you hurt, my soul�s refuge

Quivering, as hate fuels another attack

Soaring with feet stuck, I�m loosing.

False refuge, what I am in now

Slumbering with eyes open

Announcing to the world my last night�s fantasies

Realizing after what a fool can believe these days.

Amidst my battle, I ponder my devastation,

Grasping the root of all the disgust

Clutching the possibilities of mistakes

Avoiding the fact that I was your amusement.

Alas, this poor soul weeps for the hurt you caused

But remember, kharma lurks �awaiting for the attack.

May 24,2000

1:46 a.m.

Listening to Acoustic Music

Calms my soul

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