Sunday, July 13, 2008
Let failure and pain drive you mad as a hatter.
Twilight Zone The stars and the moon have left his eyes Streets drenched with eminent intrusion… Dead trees and plants are nonchalant of his fright Darkness in pitch black gives him terror Every road leads back to where he was He stood still with his eyes closed, scared to look But if he doesn’t open them, it’s like a dungeon with no hole… He can’t breathe… But it’s spiteful to look at it as a whole Obnoxious ugliness stampedes He can’t even remember his own given name Every turn he makes...
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