Does it really matter Whose fault it was What’s been done Can’t be undone Anyways

The two of them sat face to face by the banks of the narrow stream smoking cigarettes, throwing stone… and dismantling

The battle rages on Leaves me weary Restless and weak But at This moment

One more meeting Just one more Rendezvous And the courage To speak up

There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation

Here comes the rain To wash away All the things the could have been Here comes the rain ( again) A cleansing flood

Staring down Into my own Oblivion Self destruction Impossible to escape

The cherry red tip of ash falls from her cigarette to make love with a dry autumn leaf and set the forest ablaze.

I have been proud I have considered myself wise I have thought that I was Far above The failures of others

I want to hate you I want to blame you For all the pain In my heart I want to hate you

Take care In how you engage the battle of who can care less. though it may

Self Determination It’s never free There is always a cost Self determination Requires