From: goldarachel@gmail.com   
      
   i guess i messed up pretty bad.   
      
   one-winged dove   
      
   like being nailed    
   to a dying tree   
   trapped in my life    
   of nothingness   
   painful and insufferable    
   as a maddening    
   deafening silence   
      
   sirens scream,   
   the ambulances   
   and motorcycles roar,   
   neighbors endlessly stomp   
   and drag furniture    
   across a wooden floor   
      
   the empty chambers    
   of my mind   
   draped with cobwebs    
   hanging on the rotted vine   
   the trees are barren   
   the soil is cold   
   could it be   
   that i am growing old?   
      
   no lover did come,   
   no man come to save   
   i’ll wither away    
   unremarkably    
   to my anonymous    
   unmarked grave.   
   no sons did i bear,    
   no daughters to raise   
   no love to pass on,    
   the end of my name   
      
   i don’t even want    
   to rest in the earth   
   i never found peace here,    
   no refuge, no hearth   
   so burn me to ashes,    
   and throw me away   
   while gaia keeps churning,    
   and turning each day   
      
   a life truly wasted,    
   a sorrowful soul   
   no one would dare join me,    
   come make me whole   
   did i dare cry too hard,    
   did suffer too much fright   
   did i bear the unbearable    
   kingdom of the night   
      
   so laugh on, young children   
   laugh lightly like the flowers   
   and count not the heavy    
   weight of the hours   
   some can never forget   
   some will never let go   
   the promise was broken   
   this womb will never glow   
      
   we stand up strong,    
   and say never again   
   but to this fight    
   most defeating,    
   i’ll never lend my hand.   
   just leave me alone,    
   and please let me be   
   this is the judgment,    
   the fated decree   
      
   the heart has been shattered,    
   a broken disease   
   all romance is dead,    
   their fires did freeze.   
   no passion, no dreams,    
   no hopes will i sing,   
   they shot this bird down,    
   this bird on the wing   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)