I'll make my mark. |
Sitting on its haunches. Teeth Bared. The fear.
Before, substance released. This time, rot...
Rest slickly coated rocks
tucked in close to chest...
Staying up
and avoiding food like words...
I didn't know what he meant
the day he gave me that name...
Blue sweatpants
and a hole in the sock...
Independance Day |
Tread softly on these pained old eyes |
You don't know the future. You don't know the past. If you knew the future, it could never last. |