Spinal cords rupture disrupt the fine structureOf a life torn so far asunder
tendons stretched to pull us under
my life is like the infrastructure of a
severely unbalanced algorithm-an ever changing
symbolism vocalized by my religion-why try so hard to keep it hidden
"do or die"s my driving vision
born to serve a life that's risen
I've been told I'm too deprived-sold my soul to a fool that died
but I deny all of their lives lies designed to crush this soul of mine
Don't tell me I was born to die-that theres no reason here
for me to be alive
I refuse to be convinced that my faith is misplaced
that somehow the words on this page carry ties that unlace
a truth yet to be uncovered-
perhaps purposely erased.
Who are you?
I don't want your name.
amn... where'd the emoticons go anyway? ...
