Thus revealed, the creature buried its nose in the tire-tilled soil...
August 11, 2006
a poem I just wrote
Category: Art

tonight I feel like dying
the stones have cracked my head
there's blood cascading down my face
and all I see is red

tonight I feel like dying
life's promises are lies
no hope, no smiles, no music
but my solitary cries

tonight I feel like dying
an end to misery
call me selfish, call me worthless
tell me what you think of me

tonight I feel like dying
I know that you don't care
I wish for loved ones at my side
but there is no one there

-posted by Wes | 1:56 am | Comments (0)
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