Oct 25, 2005 21:55
Its that thought
one that wont leave
the busride home
or a quiet moment to yourself
You wonder if your the victim
Of a normal crime
Or the kind of crime worth writing about
Your broken away from society
Seclusion and destruction take place
Ever since you can remember
A constant battle of emotions
Devils and destruction
Angels and salvation
But only you are attacked in this cruel game
I can take this thought
Plan it all out
Run through a million times
And I only realize
I am the victim no longer
I become my own murderer
(c) Mario Aldayuz
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