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Morgan · Posted 09-21-2010, 03:02 PM

Inches From.

"Seventy-fold times seven,"
says he whose heart is filled
With raging violent passion
For those of us strong-willed

There is easy pain in breathing
and sorrow on our lips
we tempt the taunting blade
with calloused fingertips

A broken record lulls
its quiet broken tune
floating out the door
of the silent Dying Room

He is floating in a sea
Of medical machine
He draws another breath
Here the closing scene

A vacant crowd is standing
about the silver bed
they glance into his pockets
ignoring what he said

They are waiting, only waiting
For the ceasing of his breath
They are fighting, always fighting
For the moment of his death

		#10	Morgan White's pet
Inches From. "Seventy-fold times seven," says he whose heart is filled With raging violent passion For those of us strong-willed There is easy pain in breathing and sorrow on our lips we tempt the taunting blade with calloused fingertips A broken record lulls its quiet broken tune floating out the door of the silent Dying Room He is floating in a sea Of medical machine He draws another breath Here the closing scene A vacant crowd is standing about the silver bed they glance into his pockets ignoring what he said They are waiting, only waiting For the ceasing of his breath They are fighting, always fighting For the moment of his death Comfort always made the rescue, we always hoped "for the best". I'll burn this with torches, and drown in my consideration "You are far too squishy to ever be feared." White.
	Posted 09-21-2010, 03:02 PM