Monday, December 22, 2008

Weapon

I am the gun to be triggered
I am the pike to be speared
I am the arrow to be strung
I am the dirge to be sung
I am the goodness lamented
I am the love fragmented
I am the candle flickered
I am the scorn feared
I am the angst reared
I am the touch endeared
I am the cushion
I am the weapon

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