Monday, May 21, 2007


Why a beginning?
Why a end?
leaving me nothing
Desolate I stand again
What can this mind do?
What can this body do?
Showing me wonders
And pulling them all away
My sanity being vested on mirages
When will they shatter?
What would become of me?
Maybe if I begged time to
freeze me in my ecstasies
I might live on.
But no,
I’ll have to wait,
Wait for madness to descend
Wait for a miracle maybe
Wait for something.
What else can one do,
but to live on
in this sickness that has
plagued man from the beginning of time.

- 5 / 5 / 2007

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