Friday, June 11, 2004

Fake Messiah...

Why do you see me as your messiah?
Why do you need somebody to save you?
Poetry is eternal and can survive a holocaust
But I can't.

Words hurt
Words heal
Words are never real
Words of hate
Words of rage
you can strike a deal
with the devil & remember
the faithful agony of lust

I can't save you
I can't save myself
I can't save an ant
I can't save at all
I don't know how to save
I can't save you.

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