28 September 2005

Torned

Walking along
Walking alone
Among the pieces of human faces
Among torn arms and torn souls

Sliding away with the long last hatred
Of the everlasting grey wolf
That haunts the simple remains
Of my poor human soul

Am I really human?
Am I really someone?
Do I really deserve this?
This gentle smile that lights the way.

I walk the dark road
Thanks to the blinding light
Of love.

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