Friday, July 2, 2004Silent Death, Weep No MoreToday I climbed outside myself Draped in skin too weary To hold my soul in place My soul met trouble On its way out, and down Those doors that lead Someplace dark and unholy A wine cellar of cobwebs Dust and lies, weaved together Almost toxic, my bile rose Seemingly without effort Increasing like... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:50 AM Comments (4) (permalink) |
