get busy living or get busy dying

in the mirror

a child is found

a girl is lost

beneath the surface

there it lives

inside reminding her

she is no longer invinceable

wondering how



and slowly

the life drains from

the unbroken spirit



they take the place

of the smile once held in her heart

heart shaped boxes

stacked within

under the skin

buried with sin

the fiddler doesnt play for the girl

he cannot chase away the disease

so here it lives inside

memoirs of the lonely child

on a rainy day

dancing to a tune of dispair

under the stars

wetness in her hair

tears fall

as she takes to the wheel

clarity is clear

there may be little time

get busy living


get busy dying

Author's Notes/Comments: 

in time of need; in time of silence

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