Thursday, March 27, 2008

Dying

If only you could see the tears through my words,
The heart that cries while you sleep,
That no one hears, while one bleeds to death,
For one did not die, only the soul which no longer exists.
Yes, it has shattered, by the mere simplest act,
The only one that none could blame,
For the act itself, is to not act.

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