by argueing with the rain Sep 14, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Another relapse. stumbling back into the void. nothing has changed. same home, sweet home. dancing with demons. waltzing off to war. defenseless i stand. no weapon in my hand. here on principle, reporting to the firring squad. smoke my last cigarette.my final earthly delight.accepting my punishment. i no longer fear. |
This one is nice. |
This poem could use some work, its a lil choppy and definantly needs breaks. but it has a nice(sad) theme and you can tell wasnt written in 3 secs flat while you were drunk. =] |
by Brisa
It could use some work but i liked it. |