Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Lines
Our smiles fade into the cracked walls,
Blood runs from the sink.
Tears flood from rivers.
Lines slowly tangle our selves in mist.
We become one with pain.
Everything has left...
Even the one who want happiness...
Is this what you wanted?
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