Astray In Open Space
Astray in a lost world.
Constrained by invisible threads.
Trapped in open space.
Arriving departure, creeping blatantly,
Fills me empty,
As we pretend the truth.
The pleasure in the pain,
To love, to hate.
To give, to take.
Anticipating regret.
I need your nothing,
To start the end.
posted by Demented | Monday, January 15, 2007
2 Comments:
Is that you in the red tee? Had too much of everything, didn't you.
pint : i'm sorry pint, that isn't me. i wasn't even there.
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