My eyes are open, but all I see are -
blank faces and motionless bodies moving
like ghosts multi-colored -
This noise where I sit is like a battlefield
crash, bang...my head is surrounded by the enemy
should I surrender now?
or just shoot myself?
like they do horses...
Why must I be like this
out in the open, vulnerable...And
most of all on a Death wish!
I have everything that Midas had
have truly my Helen of Troy -
yet still these thoughts cast temptation
over my shadow and my whole soul -
Maybe the Gods watching down
may see it in their wisdom
to erase this Curse from me
Written By B.R.Walker
Copywriter 2008 UK
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