A place where my creative waves grow and die. The notebooks i keep, although they aren't always accurate or regular, are recorded here. This is somewhere where i hope i can make it work...

Friday, September 16, 2005

Doc 3

I’m loosing it here
I don’t know where I am
Wanting a saviour
Knowing only I can

I’m drained of all feeling
Wishing I could die
There is a chance for healing
Just maybe not this time

Wishes for a better deal
Wishing I wasn’t so vulnerable
The emotional fodder I have become
Eats away gradually at my heart

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