The taste of Life , though bittersweet, still lingers on my lips. Tainted with what is known now, smeared with what I missed. My eyes no longer all aglow, my heart no open door. My lips are chapped with reality, my tongue ,silenced above the roar. Oh Life, give me a crytal ball, no need to be shimmering clear. Let me catch just a sliver of a glance, tainted lips, bile after taste , what I had always feared. I gave, I took, I watched and often all with smiling lips. To thank me for what I sacrificed... you leave me to face this..... Twist the blade you leave behind...please!