the darkness
and in the darkness i was glad,    of the dreams i never had,    of the sorrow i never felt,    of loves and little spiraling things*, and i said to myself:    "hey you, don't go,    don't do this**    i've never done,    don't kill god's only son,    don't kill god,    don't kill dreams -    you know, just to drown out the screams,    wander in the open fields,    and stop to smell the roses." "roses," i said, "i'm not dead i'm alive (even though it doesn't seem so)    and roses are still not an option,    give me war, give me peace,    of this... this end" "this end", i said, "but you're not dead?" "ah, and ah again" (as if that would explain anything) i wandered, in burning fields * you know, the things that go [...] in the night ** madness, i know
/BC Idre, February 2K1 #04
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