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When Light 
and
Dark become one.

When you
and 
I no longer see eye to eye.

When tomorrow 
becomes the yesterday we try to put behind. 

There's no Light to our creaking lies. 

Twilight shines on the
hopeless dream.
Moments pass I can not 
scream.

As numbness
As helpless
As everything may seem...

Home

Life of searching
I can not find my road

The life which you own
The beauty that I hold
Will end
as blood is being drawn

I could not cure my Soul

Death
is where I called Home

written 09/22/2004 @ 02:55am