DRAINED |
Today I woke with blood strained eyes caked with sleep. My head spinning with hopes for tomorrow and forgotten yesterdays, shaking violently with fearful regrets, put to bed with quiet empathy. Shr... Posted by The House Of Poetry on Wed, 30 May 2007 06:37:00 PST |
The Disease |
Aren't we all just a plague?A disease among a world of nature.Infected with beliefs of our own superiority.Are we nothing more than simple whispers on the wind of truth?What is existentialism to one w... Posted by The House Of Poetry on Sun, 27 May 2007 08:31:00 PST |