i desperately fought the current, something kept telling me to save you - hold you close
drown, holding your head under the water.  drown, close my eyes - it never happened.
the life you possess vibrates through my hand, with my middle finger parting ways with my
thumb, checking to see if there is any fight left
being lost in the world gives you a new found appreciation for all that you have
a funny word that is, as i stick out my neck for the golden axe to decapitate me
i'm tired of cliches, i'm tired of you
but all of the hatred is almost defeated by the irrepressible admiration and love
as much as i hate to admit weakness, it is there chewing away at all the anger making it
null and void, as to make it seem that i am the one held underwater
i am the left for dead, broken and barely breathing.

03 November 2002
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