Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I treated people like gold

and now the dross piles up in the heart

I can't wait to die

so I can look back over the lifetimes

that led to this incarnation

so I can see for myself and recall

what I did to deserved this ungodly sojourn

there's the alchemical gold

seeing the destruction I had to endure

so I could be what I was supposed to be

(which I'll never know as long as I'm in

this unholy lifetime's skin...)

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