Survival
by allurement

Its been a long time in coming...
sweet kisses at one time..
now turn to ...
blood cracked lips..
tears that have drained me

I bite my hurt back
I swallow my pride
yet.. I am dying..
my soul bleeds..
my heart breaks

This is the dream...
                 the dream I fought for

the dream no longer alive...

He's here...
             and he's there...
                         but he never fills me
    only spitting in the face if my
                        innocent heart..
pulling at the hair of my
                                sweet angel soul

killing me... with his anger..

    This is the punishment..
                     the crucifixtion
             the chopping block..

     Love has died...
                  its left the airport..

Work it out? Heel my
lips with chapstick?

not this time....
not ever
I run...
       I flee....

my heart runneth over.

I am free...


allurement/ July 28, 1999
Copyright 1999



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