Today.

I'm jealous.

Not for you.

Of you.

Of your clean room

Your clear vision

Your simple annoyances

Your singular wrath.

I have no such luxuries.

No clean targets

No path.

And yea I know

No one would want

YOUR life.

Well I do.

It's beautiful.

I want a place

Where for one moment everyday I can rest.

I just want to breathe.

Instead I stone my sword

And lay it before me

In the blood thick air.

Written By:
LA. Judge 06/2003

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