For Kyle
December 01, 2001 @ 12:03 a.m.
He gives
And because he gives
She insists on taking more
And more of him
More of the silver lining
More of the essence
And so he�s trapped
In the storm
Of shouted musings and quiet scars
And it�s too much
Too much stone
Too much time
And so he laughs
Because there�s nothing else
She confines him to whispered terror
Binds him to sapphire pain
And now those bloodless choruses
Make sense
A foggy truth into her mind
Too much love
Too much rhyme
And it burns now
A purple flame of pain now
And it leaves just a little bit of
residue
In his heart.
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