Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Broken Glass

I am walking on broken glass
The only way left to reach out to you
Blood and pain part of the game
Conspiring against my own sinews
Heart beats at a steady slow pace
Tasting my own blood, my own pain
Scarred everywhere
From my heart to my toes
Knees become weak
But I must carry on
The search must never end
Shivering through the cold of night
Perspiring in the deathly heat
I walk on broken glass
Hoping my blood will mend everything..

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