Bittersweet |
Seven sins of wantoness andEverything thats good is gone,Sell it all for glory from the peers.Silicone priestess scratch the back andTwist the knife to bone...Kick against the picks and scrape the shi...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
"Trapped" Ded. to MAX SWEENEY. |
The most vivid picture could not capture this disaster,The world will have to do without her, trapped within her stature...Her cries were once laughter, Now nothing matters.She wants to be whole, but ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 18:40:00 GMT |
My poetry... |
Her body was whole, but her soul was cracked, andNo matter how hard she tried, she could never get put back exact..So she didn't try, she has been internally drained,So there are no more tears for her...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 18:33:00 GMT |
