Relief


	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Relief \| Sorry Excuse \| Inspiration \| Crushed \| Do You Know? \| The Meaning Of Life \| My Last Dream \| My Daddys Gone \| Without a Sound \| Perspective \| Untitled \| I Saw A Star \| Whispering Wind \| King Of The Night \| Unspoken Words \| Promise's \| Pretender \| Tomorrow \| No More Relief With time wounds heal, but wounds leave scars. scars that go deep from love, polished steel pointed straight, aiming at a target that is already dead. A quick finger brings long term relief, relief from the pain that seeps through tears in my eyes, a hollow heart now that was quick to love the impossible, fooled into believe that dreams can come true, but once again dreams are only illusions that nightmares come from, and now my nightmare is upon me once again, but this time I've come prepared with a quick finger and some polished steel; my final resting place is only one pull away...goodbye.