Untitled - July 15, 2001

A million words,
ten million swords -
each nuance
gauging another chick
in the non-existent armour.

Every moment is
an eternity
as the venom 
drips effortlessly
off her lips.

Every day is another sunrise,
a struggle against the world without
even as I do battle within -
the demons that would castigate
have become like
baneful watchers
from within.

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