go your own way little seed
and take a spark of hope
extinguish memory in a flash
of bright light
Smoke at the end of a barrel
Off the blade of a knife
Seen behind bulging eyes
as your fingers tear at the rope
as you press towels to your wrists
as your fingers push the buttons
summon them in drops of red
splashes of red
flickers of red
call for help now
don't you see that
a life not loved
is a love not lived?
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