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Bury me in a sea

Of stale kisses

Of ill will.

I'll tell you,

The only crime you committed was believing;

too much.

Your energy invested in nothing.

you can never control,

Your faith is something useless; destroyed.

you still believe.

And what would you say,

If I told you,

You were the one that was dying?

you hold your breath.

I shake you to your very being

Attempts failed at awakening

something primal in you,

Anything that screams in you "Live!"

still you break your back.

I am not the one who killed you.

Nor am I the one that sees

All those things you did for what you believed.

still, you believe.

your faith is dying at your feet, bleeding

Sopping with the age it carried

Dawn starts at this moment.

Stop your breath from streaming down my cheeks

Demons echo the calls of your name.

and you're martyred,

surprising, that's all you ever wanted.

just another on a bed of hate.

sleeping in the sloops you created.

Weakened beyond the point of resurrection.

Eyes gleaming in the din.

Your war ends here.



March ‘02