just writing

January 16, 2007 at 9:59 pm (poem)

vision

wrong conception
fals truths
pointless expectations
reality’s no safe shore
the rain turned red
scorching cold
soft touch’s not your skin
moon catsts it’s shadow
blade cutting through some hearts
eny through my head
talking like I’m dead
shadows play a harp
knife feel’s really sharp
numbness gives a bost
candles glowing weak
hell is just so cold
as you.

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