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Contemplating life & death.
Concentrating every breath
Towards one task.
Forwards! None ask
If emotions remain,
If explosions can stain
The very depths of this being.
Tears wept but none seeing.
The crimson mess, just flowing.
We\'ve been stressed, but still going
On with life, planned, but unseen.
Strong with life, damned & undeemed.
Mine by the neck, hands grasping
As reality sets, hands clasping.
Veins pulsing, beating with blood.
Veins closing, slower than should.
So with sight fading,
In this fight waiting
For the perfect moment to light,
For the serpent\'s moment to strike
The heal of the dead.
The wheel has been fed
In a blind rage,
In a mind\'s page.
With the mess on the lawn,
But bless it, it\'s gone.
Marked by Heaven or Hell.
Dark... But never to tell
The end to mine.
But friend be wise
In your decisions
\'Cause pure collisions
Are more often than not.
And have you forgotten the spot
That I had left?
Where you had wept
The bloody tears?
But the miry fears
Yet remain
And I bet re-stain
The very heart and soul
That did depart. But console
The friend that lies weeping,
The end that Lie\'s keeping
From the very girl
And the very world
That brought it in and about
Shall bring it in... put it out.

-victoria-