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