6/8/11

In Response to Myself

You're lucky you've made it this far
Your essence is built to survive
But you count sheer "hopefully"
And brush off the fire
Existence: "I'm here!", he says
Huffin' and puffin' will blow your lungs out

Voice out
Then lay down
In the
Heart
of
Your
Failure
Drink up
Then wander desert, unburning sun

I will never tell you to be what you're not
The things you hate, you ain't
But they will soon encompass, you fake!
Target head, target heart
At least, shoot for the legs
You'd better drop a part of you before you're-

As close to hell
As the indignant lamb
Will
GET.
Throw your self
Into the rolling
Ambulance.
Feed your blood
To your starving
Lament.

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