I write because each time i finish a poem, i have accomplished something. |
Come to me, my love!
my love, i cry to you...
Its hard to live in this world
When greed takes a number next to infinity...
Staring out the lens of the telescope
beyond the dark, silent, night...
Scars of life run deep into my soul,
Taking a part of my light away...
White sugar as sweet as candy,
sniff my pain through the sourless straw...
Living |
Time doesnt kill the fears i've fled, |
Take it fast, when your dieing slow. |