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slasher |
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june 28, 2003 |
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carving words upon this page |
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line by empty line |
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i stem the tide of blood |
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Flooding from the slashes in my spirit |
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of my crying soul |
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i scrawl red rivers of rage |
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in black on white |
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stilted anger screamed to dry |
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the tears flowing down my face you |
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i place them in a frame you will not view |
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will not know these cries |
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knowing you will not see or know |
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for you will not read these words |
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but I was never one to try for sympathy |
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these wounds are for myself alone |
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bleeding crimson words in black |
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all the things you would not let me say |
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can now be said |
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into the silence you won't read |
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the deed is done and so I walk again |
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alone slashing this page to gain |
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until my spirit is left cleansed to begin |
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the chemical haze of numbness |
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once more to build the life |
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when words have found the gate to their release |
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i thought i had begun to find with you |
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time will start the clock ticking hours |
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scheduling tomorrows until again |
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I find within me readiness to face todays |
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My life moves on in |
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Slow rythmn of scars in regimental file |
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bleeding in invisibility that knows to hide |
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From a world not ready for the naked truth |
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of pain on pain that will not be denied |
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CONTENTS |
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if I am to find new existence on its shores |
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