January 30, 2007

• in youthful days long gone i helped you out
  your shaking voice convinced me, left no doubt
  your choking tears
  your talk of fears
  your future in my novice hands
  naive, i thought back then i'd understand
  
  so, gave the means
  i gave the means
  to do your deed
  to kill your seed
  such need, dear friend!
  such self-preserving need!
  
  now, here i am much older than before,
  standing at the edge of unknown's door
  with bloodied hands
  with bloodied hands
  regretting what i've done
  the innocence
  the innocence
  long gone

  • 8:09 pm
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