That Thing

It walks, it bleeds

It sits in greed

In thoughts of deceit

It flies, it cries

It thinks, it fights

With hurt it lives

Its naked, it’s numb

It fakes, it hums

It loses its tongue

Like the wind it’s free

Like the water it’s gentle

Like the earth it’s rough

Above all odds,

It smiles, it cries

It jokes, it grieves

It loves, it hates

Whatever it is, it’s bound to linger on.

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~ by darkcoast on May 28, 2010.

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