leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of Words caught slicing in the slick of my throat. Easy edges to what I want to say. And is a scream what you needed to hear? When I am on my knees am I your every altar? If I led the way would you take me down? Memory making empty every effort at love of oxygen. It's not the demons in your dream...it's the ones that know you. My name on your exhale is the biggest wrong. And I'm guilty always guilty, except when I'm numb. I'm confused but kicking. Lost my purpose somewhere between the 151 and the electric bill. But maybe it's under the bed. 10:16 a.m. - November 11, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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