Thursday, October 23, 2008


The surgery scar
lying on my belly
was it ever supposed to be
Disgraceful son
Unfaithful husband
Abstract tragedy

As long as I thought everything out
Following the safe way
Things should've worked out for me
As long as steady I stayed
But there's nothing to it
Things always end after all
Everything I built
my pedestal
now ready to fall

Throw away your sympathy
your mercy
I don't need it anymore
To grow old, to grow cold
and every other cliché I ever wore
they serve now as my comfort

The things I tried to own
were never really mine at all

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