by Predictable Suicide Mar 13, 2006
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Let it flow/ Let it take over/ Let it conquer you/ Like it has taken over me/ beat me/ Let the world know of your pain/ Your fury/ Your passion, your plague/ Let your voice be heard/ Let it be your oxygen/ The air you breathe/ Your reason to live/ And write until your arms fall off and you collapse/ because without it you will crumble// |