losing the battle

March 17, 2009
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The weight of the world
Stands triumphantly on my chest.
Riffle in hand
Pointed at my heart.

Stay strong
We can do this
take a deep breath
if i can even catch it.

Mind racing
Head spinning
Searching for more strength to fight

Whats the use?
i give in
raise white flags

Smug espressions
stinging pain
crimson tears
run down my wrist
the weight has been lifted
i can breath once more

Riffle still in hand,
you step down
and lurk in my shadows


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