Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Working Title: The Killing

Some times I ask
Why bother
Chasing that dream
The dream I thought
I needed, wanted
To discover the dream
Was a nightmare in disguise
Resolution to a life of
Silent unhappy
Prisoner of my
Own emotions
Crying out
Running from one
Frying pan
Into the cold sadness
Deep down
Deep down
In a place where
Kush, cover girl, and Herve
Can't go
A gaping wound
Oozing emptiness and sorrow
Held together by the occasional
False promise
No one is safe
I looked for a way to exhale
But I was
Choked to death by my loving nature

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