The end is always
The beginning
And the bad
Exceeds the good
But makes it more
Delicious

Death is the birth
Of something new and fresh
So all the words
Will flow together into thoughts
Once I kill
The source of nothingness
And boredom is no more

Something has peeled back
And the skin
Of what is never real
Has been stripped away
And picked at
By my own curious fingers

And the flesh beneath
Is all I want to be

©2007

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