Were a tear to fall for each drop of life
Squeezed from those wounds so clearly seen
The world would be washed of all its strife
And left placidly calm, quiet, and clean

If rage and self-hatred could be quantified
To a number, a measure, some point to be met
Then an internal joy could be magnified
And a ledger would balance: this credit, that debt

::
::
::

but blades are so handy
~ be dull or be keen ~
and weapons are dandy

... destroy any mean ...
(no high,
no low)
with
not
a
damn
thing
*left behind*
to make
you
.
:
.
*UNIQUE*

...
and yet
...

*AWARE*
.
:
.
that
there is
*more than it*
than
just
a
damn
thing
(to fall,
to fly)
... create balance ...

though blades are so handy
~ be dull or be keen ~
and weapons are dandy

They cannot remove
Enemies Unseen

-

only,
specifically,
Ultimately

...


.Just You.


--/Loneal aka Syn.Dark 040115LOct2006 (KU)/--