fallen sorrow,
ripping at the seams ...
no tomorrow,
its gone down the gutters streams.
so, when the moon shows its dark-side
its time to start looking toward the stars,
because you're not in the dark
except the darkness of your own heart..
which leads you to being a hater,
hated and makes you a minds prisoner
with benefits of a blind soothsayer*...
sweet and sour,
another lost hour,
caught in the undertow of your own tears...
a product of your own destruction,
a landslide where there once stood a mountain,
worn down by self pity,
instead of years
a sheep with no Shepard,
a man living as a leopard*,
inverse of the definition,
take it as a siren;
your name being nothing but a written word,.........
filed under m for misery,
(a soothsayer is a fortune teller)
(leopards have a disease and everyone afraid of them)
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amanduhelectrick: very very good word choice! It folws nicely too. good job!<3 on June 12, 2007 7:47 PM
