2001-08-13 - 6:28 p.m.

Train of thought

corrupted by your memory

washes away my strength

smashes my skull

penetrates every part of my being

grasps onto my heart

squeezes, grinds, laughs

chest is now empty

heart put on display

stop and look

or pass on by

makes no difference

have nothing left to fight for

I go to retrieve it

only to find it missing

I've lost it all now

no chance for redemption

happiness is a thing of the past

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