Tuesday, August 10, 2004
a wound that will never heal;
a scar that will never fade;
a love that will never die;
a memory that i will never forget;
a pain that will never ease;
a hope that will never vanish.
i will feed on hope to numb the hunger.
with a razor in hand
it was all too much
body fell fast
ice cold to the touch.
i will fall.
etched at 4:48 PM