Final Moment Score Poem

December 11, 2008
The essence of life
once under control.
Now it's just a blur in front of our eyes.
Can't you tell this isn't me, under this disguise.
All counting on the dice I'm rolling,
dont know where I'm going.
Can you feel it now?
Were laying in the dark,
wait for something.
Taste the innocence on my lips,
the burning of my soul,
within the boudaries of your confining eyes.

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