Tuesday, October 25, 2005

i was an angel way back when,
before i came to my senses
i realized that i could not fly,
and Jesus said to me:
"do what you want to"
so i left and fell and danced.

and like dear Jesus -
i don't know what you want me to be,
out in the gutter, and the torn mattress
i am breathing in the fumes
to keep my body decaying,
and the grateful part is,
i have always been dying.

i started my imagination
and it took me on a walk alongside the ocean
lonliness came and took us away
and for the span of a day
i cried someone else's tears
before i returned
to become my own martyr


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