Zachary A Hurley · Jan 5, 2011
Out of chances

What can I do?
Resign myself to self destruction?
Or believe in something like defeat,
As the incence burns I plunge headlong into retrospection,
Into rebirth,
Like the phoenix rises from the ashes,
Should I pray for resurection?
I think no,
The thought slips away to a sweet voice,
With ressurection comes undeath,
A vampire to walk among the living,
No, I will not choose it,
A half life to replace my own,
I'm just a bad boy,
Trapped in a good man's body.

 
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