Like Minded
By a lachrymist
I'm dying from lack of satisfaction, I need more. Something to ease this craving, and the anguish you left behind. Malnourished and starving for another my skin begins crack and break, this weight is to much for me. With my sweat turned red, I call out for relief. A helping hand, a guiding light, someone to sacrifice there self to me. Shared by the few, you tell me you're the one. The one controlling force. But I fight your lies, and carry on. This mind of mine begins to weep lines of wisdom. But I wont listen, but it begs of me. These lips turn out lines of ration for the deaf ears of one to listen. Its sinking in, burrowing in the mind. I'm crying for just a little while now. no need to comfort. unable to reunite. pray for me, so your words may break silence. exhausted from the hate and lies, I end it all. starting from the source. I sacrifice that is you. One that is called I. Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 06:19 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I'm dying from lack of satisfaction, ..."