Pain and love tore at my heart
Break me
will my actions in this moment ever justify my inner solitude?
Or will you continue to eat me from the inside out?
Bend me
As the brisk winter air shows evidence of parted lips I dare not speak
For the wise are of no words
Leaving nothing to question
Nothing to hide
Mold me
Basking in the silence of a new era
We breathe softly
Leaving no evidence of weakness
We are the dead
Living out one destiny
Molding one fate
We are what we make of our lives
With this I am content
Criticism is dead
You’re nothing but a complication
Of no use to a world of no words
Denounce me nevermore
Copyright 2004 James Shearer
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