Me

I hold the leash that's leading me.

I forged the glass through which I can see.

I cut myself to slowly watch me bleed.

I smelled the flower and wasted the seed.

I hold the shovel that's now burying me.

I know the right and can strongly disagree.

I feel the air and can choose not to breathe.

I have learned the TRUTH and now I'm free from me.

Originally posted 2010-12-24 03:01:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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