Tuesday, August 26, 2003

he strikes again
silently hating his own existence
he despises his own reflection
why didnt he do the things he didnt

he stares blankly
seeing the images of blood
he urges himself to rekindle
he searches himself to find a reason

his eyes were heavy
from the pain which he carried
on 2 shoulders about to fall
he lay dead on renowned grounds

the sun glared at him
he questions
he ponders
he crumbles
The current mood of falseefy@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

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