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Sept. 14, 2003

After your kiss goodbye. I'm lost in the sky. Bathing in the Moonlight that pools at my feet. Come on in, the water is fine. As warm as blood and as sweet as wine. My mind wonders back to your body. My hands roam over the hilt of my knife. How the tide turns black, in the eyes of the blind. After I clip your wings and tuck you in to call it a night. The love and the sounds of the end echo thru my mind. That song ends on the radio and they sign off for the night. It's not like that in my room. Do you think of me when you have nothing to do? You'd still be lying if it was true. Two years of war still going on, more before that and still more before I'm gone. With now 15 years of burning past bye me now, I'm still as alone as I've ever been. It's better than being let down, it's better than having to kill.

 

P.S. I learned to love from the gun in your hand. I learned to kill from the look in your eyes.