Monday, November 3, 2008

Murder - by choice


This feeble heart is pounding hard
like a galloping horse digging its feet - deep
Another heart lays quietly asleep.

By choice, I reek of blood.

That moment ended before it began
in a blink of an eye,
leaving my tears completely dry.

By choice, I was weak and blindly insane.

Now, I stand before this piece of art
admiring the mess I’ve made.
My knees are shaking, hands are dead.

By choice, I took a life to be alive.

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