Sunday, March 2, 2008


Standing in the middle of a canyon
Two fists full of flesh
One burning straight through my hand
And another shining

With all the sense I've been given
I should let go
But my hands can not stay empty
So, the shining must be grabbed by both
Without hesitation

But this disorder of my mind
Wants to burn
And hold on
As much as it hurts

Seeking change
Knowing all the while
That the burn will always be the same

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