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Broken

Now marred for eternity

Have you seen a deer
Jaw caved in by a miscued shot
The glazed look of finality in its eyes

Look to me

Do you not see the same thing
That same

End

Is it what you wanted
What you expected

Too late to take it back
Much too late for apologies

Only think of me as you slumber
Smell the blood on your hands

I hold to thoughts of you
The love
The passion

Hoping they're my last

Knowing they aren't

Knowing the futility of dreams

© 2007, Mosquitobyte