Saturday, September 4, 2010


Sorry for acting on my own nerve
but the veins seem to holding back my blood,
My brain functions with inception,
It just ends without good intentions,
Always seeing the outcome lacks comfort
of the beginning, where it all starts.
Though my eyes are open and aware
the main focus is blurred in my passion of action,
Causing cuts and breaks to bust a leak
In my heart that breaks apart every lasting memory.

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