Xzibt
Creating for me another black day,
that tears my heart and cuts away,
until my mind starts to thin and fray
Using, abusing, then left as lay
Words, actions, cut inside,
through and through, I feel it glide,
destroying I as me plead and cry
For me it’s still all a matter of pride
I from innocence to vitriolic
Me from naive to sardonic
8/16/04
©Hannahlore Starr
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