if death is still ahead
confusion lies
it tells me stories
of the living and the dead
dirt and sand rest upon my body
water pouring down
streams it seems
but it won't find me
confusion lies
with a bitter kind
and a grain of sand is withered
it's a delicate move, momentum
bodies breaking down
decomposing
decomposed
confusion lies
it tells me stories
of the living and the dead
about the feeling not to be
I have a strong heart
and a will to carry through
if death is still ahead
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-12-15 at 01:41
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