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April 26, 2005

Where Have All The Old School Gone?

Death, yes, I've smelled it before
But never lived around it
Day to day, constant
Like a new color that we wear
It's smeared on faces;
Eats hearts like acid
While minds are shrouded
With "if onlys"
Scar tissue builds a thicker wall
Bang your fists against it in frustration
Producing only more blood
People choke and drown on tears
The ones that cry and the ones that are silent;
The frightened ones, can you count how many?
How deep does this scar go?
How long will the bitter taste
Stay in your mouth?
You try to spit it out in conversation
The words stick to my face
I raise my hand to shield my eyes
And can no longer see
Don't want to see
Pain so deep that it burns my eyes
So I close them,
And get hit with a baseball bat
In the back of the head
in retaliation.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:12 PM