1,2,3

By bloodsoul

“I change personalities with another tear, who’s left to hold my hand? Living in a world filled with confusion and a fool stuck in the crystal sky. You know who is always around but one day he'll be gone. A new deviant action and a con artist takes advantage of my faith, I’m done.”
-Edmund R. Ciaccia, 9/19/02

“A fool dancing in my head making me dizzy, living with self destruction and doubt. Blind around company, waiting for an angel. Standing tall in public but the void appears inside my own personal hell. Sometimes, I sit and stare at the walls, madness and ghost taunting me to stay. I don’t know, is this a war or a game? A walk through past images invading my headaches, she escapes at temptation of rebirth but losing the juice. Fading away and sleeping on a stars path. An angel rises then a demon steals her soul, revenge is coming home. Anyone can be a hero but who will last?”
-Edmund R. Ciaccia, 9/20/02

@---;---'-- "Love changes, a fear of growing old. I've broken so many fools, she didn't love them anyway. Problems only I can heal, a million lives left behind. She's my cure, starting again for happiness. " --'--;---@ -ERC

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Copyright 2004 bloodsoul
Published on Sunday, December 19, 2004.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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