my fear and doubt become me.
they fill up my actions.
or lack thereof,
i drift along,
humming the tune,
to a strange song.
I drift alone,
less holdin' me down,
less holdin' me up.
I'm not getting,
anywhere,
and it seems like i don't
even care
so numb it hurts.
but it could still be worse...
posted by Agent of Truth @ 3:42 pm
1 Comments:
Ka0s 0verdrive Wrote:
or worse...
you could have forgotten your pants.
Good Job on the poems, your soul speaks to me in new levels of understanding. Unheard, Untold, Uncensored by this board, it is a shame that no one posts comments to your mind, dilvulging your inner refuse for the world to see, yet blinded by so much smoke.
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