September 11 - 2006

It's the same routine every night,
The cold shower
A ring on my finger, yet
Every moment is anticipated,
Until that one point in life
Time actually moves on

Ash began to dry my throat,
And all of a sudden
I couldn't think
Not for the bodies that,
The ash had buried
As steel and blood came tumbling down..

We're all waiting now,
But half the time I wonder
If anyone actually cares,
About how fire ate through steel
If anyone else but me,
Has that fire screaming out their throat