Silver Bullet

May 20, 2010
Swirling, streaming colors of the sky
Not knowing why or if I can cry
And so, there I lie, preparing to die
Screaming, bleeding, not wanting to stumble and fall
I suppose this is where I say goodbye to it all
Somehow through the blinding light I still have sight
The silver passed my heart, but I feel as if it won't start
You hold my hand and say we shall never part
That this is not the end, but only the start

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