disease - without you

my heart bleeds to hold you.
  the blood from a wounded
    disease - without you.
I need to feel you near.
I need to feel you near.

my soul burns for you.
  the ashes of a blazing
    massacre - without you.
I need to feel you near.
I need to feel you near.

- Jon Johnston


© Copyright 1998 Jonathan E. Johnston


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