I don't want to stare at this hole forever.
Sooner or later you become the monster you create.
In your eyes I have met my fate
And been mastered by it.
A lie is a poor substitute for the truth.
But every thought I have is false.
Would that I could be your pulse.
And go straight to your heart.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Fatherhood
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