Love of Man
The Love of man is dim by the pain one
feels at the feet of life's Journey. We cry
together we lay in a bed of poison and
skip though land mines to find the rose
hiding from the sun. I breath in gasoline
and exhaled fire. For the fumes drove me
faster then I could ever desire. Hold me
O'lord I'm still flesh and bones. I know I'm
not alone but feel sick with one heart beat
one sweat on my left cheek smelly from
the gasoline intake and fear... man..... I
thought dying was easier but looking into
the mirror is harder. Help.
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