a low realization..

Dec 31, 2009

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As my energy,

Suicidal, I become.

The knife to my neck,

 Or the feel of a gun,

 is the feeling of release of a thousand emotions.

 The rose in my heart

A magical potion

 Bubbling & bursting through my veins,

It’s ALL an idolatry

Of the idol called pain.