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"Cures..."   10 - 7 - 02



hour by hour

night by night

my life is sour

and filled with fright



living on the edge

so close to the fall

wanting to be a smudge

on a far away wall



to end it all

to silence the screams

to heed the call

to rip the seams



the cause has been

for many months of this life

an endless obsession

the roots of my strife



having dug deep

into the soil

unable to seep

nothing more to spoil



now tearing at my soul

piercing the skin

driving deeper into the hole

and then the pain begins



until this day

in some miraculous way

i found the cure

it has to be--i'm sure



near the end of hope

nearing the despair

at the end of my rope

death lingers in the air



swallow hard

gulping it down

like a shard

i hit the ground



it strikes deep

right at the core

i can feel the heat

my body becoming sore



some cure this is

the pain is unreal

it was the cure

why else would this feel



the eyes go wide

the halt of thought

the heartbeat subsides

the end has been sought



silence conquers

the air becomes thick

the thud of the floor

it was a trick



the vial lay broken

the soul now torn

the lips lay dripping

a new end born



you stand proud

witnessing your device

you slip into the night

into the crevice of plight...