I don't Know
By Schitzo
Death is something, people deal with everyday, But is not something, I normally think about. Days are from iniquity, when someone dies and it doesn't affect you in any way, except to make you think. Nights are dark and full of subvert thoughts, that never led you in the right direction. Why is life so hard? Because surviving is something you have to battle with and win everyday. Deep cold streams run through my mind, freezing cells as it goes along. Life is like a match, once you strike it and it goes out, the flame can go on, and live in something else, and always remeber your presence. Life can throw loops, .............curve balls, knock you down, but you will live on in, .............in their hearts. This is for a kid named Chris that I didn't even know who he was until the day after he died and for the loved ones he left behind. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 02:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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