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I am a helpless cur.
a raging boar,
I am made of metal and so much more.
Defenseless,
yet shouting.
Can I hear my own thoughts?
I am light, in my darkness?
Or am I darkness in light?
WHy does everything hurt?
Through blood red glasses,
and green tinted shades,
I see the world in different ways.
What is this warmth I feel inside?
Someone, somebody wants to help me?
A touch? A Nod? Some calming voice?
I don't deserve it?
But do I really?
No, the world is too cold for that?
Isn't it?
Sickened, yet healthy, broken, yet somehow undamaged.
Pick up my pieces, that aren't really pieces?
What does it mean to you?
 Rael Rose Valentine · Tue Mar 25, 2008 @ 06:32pm · 0 Comments |
