After the whispers of death called to me <br />After I followed the cruel world of love <br />I had this muscle that pumps in my soul <br />Ripped out of my being <br />I dont know who I am anymore <br />Maybe I wasn't meant to be who I am <br />Then again, who ever is? <br />All men are confused in what their will is <br />But that's what the experience is <br />We will all take portions of others <br />As they do in us <br />And carry that towards their path to the end <br />But they must go through the hell of love <br />And by the time they're done <br />They have no heart, no mind, no soul <br />Their existence is questioned by themselves <br />Once they are reborn <br />Their purity is r e v i v e d <br />And they once again <br />Search themselves and the world <br />For the purpose of existence once again<br /><br />Candy Lemons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revived-3/
