Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Touche' 3/27/13

Point scored
Damage done 
Heart demolished
By careless words
Slung off the tongues
Of the faithless...
Of those waiting in the wings
To dive for the scraps
Left on the floor 
From the bleeding
And at this point
I'm just about bled out
Weak and wandering 
In the darkness
Unable to find my way
Back to me
So touche'
You fired your shot
And your bullet has 
Found a home in me
Lodged in just the right spot
So that it can't be dug out
And forgotten.. 
It has found a home in me
Right next to all the others
That fester inside of me

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