Friday, October 9, 2009

Desole, Somebody Prays

Walking on egg shells that are already cracked.
Consistant dissapointment.
Consistant inability to please.

I'm not perfect.

I fold my hands.
And lay my head in my lap.

Take it.

Please.

Just take it.
The strain is thicker than blood.

So.

Just take it.

Pray.
Prey.

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