Sleep Walking |
feet ragged, grooved from the gravel of the road and rock,
eyes open/ glazed over/ not awake/ not asleep / not dreaming
not dead...
breath, shallow as a hasty burrial...
you left me here, staring ore...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:47:00 GMT |
Akiss |
raised on it, lived it for many long years, a survivor of sorts, a hero to the modern world--he--doesn't say why he feels like this, he just does. he feels he has to save everyone, including himself ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 12:48:00 GMT |
