strength;

Monday, February 9, 2009

there was this dream,
this fleeting dream.
[i can't do it with your help.
not with her help.
not with his help.
not with their help.]
i looked down,
and saw my hands smeared in blood.
fresh, running crystal-red blood.
in this insanity
destroy me,
crush my heart,
trample my thoughts,
and before i turn away,
let me once more dance in it.

11:43 PM