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Untitled......


The endless possibilities of life.....
Dance across this sharpened knife.
Jeering me to cleave the vain.....
The vain that in which life is contained.
I gaze as the blade is nearing.....
Who is in my body comondearing?
It is not I who force this lancet upon my skin.
Nor is it I who urges it back again.
Therefore..... am i my own keeper....?
Is my life my own to take deeper?
Deeper into the eighth chasm of hell.
Or perhaps the heavens, nearest to were my Lord doth dwell.....
Does my vigor mean nothing ?
In God am i loathing?
Why does everything seem to bid me adue
Is God really looking down upon me, and saying, "I hate you"?
Or is it infact the opposite?
Do I look up upon him and say, "who are you?"
Is my life infact a drizzle of Hell?
Or is this the livliness before satans dinner bell?
I come out of this ingenuic cycle of thought...
I comand my self to do as i ought.
The Blade with a dab of crimson,
is placed on the table as I turn and walk away.

(please tell me your comments and any title suggestions would be greatly appreciated)

                                                         -jacob tidwell