~You Reap What You Sow~

~You can deny your rage doesn't exist. But your rage can show up at any time and in strange places, your rage can scream through demons if it has to, daring us, challenging us to fight! 

~And finally, this question :

The mystery of whose story it will be of who draws the curtain, of who sets the stage? Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance, who drives us mad, lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that does all these things? Who holds the key to set us free? It's you!  It's me! It's each of us who holds the weapons to defeat the torrent of your misery that can set your soul free. 

  ~Sucker Punch 

Your time here 

Is at its end your hour glass is almost empty as I watch you suffer in your agony the pleasure fuses the pain 

You leave me feeling nothing no remorse, no grief as you lie there on your death bed and slowly die

You reach out for sympathy from one daughter or all of three 

I offer to you what you offered me many years ago the laughter that deafened you

Crippling your emotions, leaving you defenseless and weak 

Your time here is over your hour glass is now empty

You die leaving me feel nothing 

No tears, no I love you's, from one or all of three. 

~Broken187Soul~

01-08-06