Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
My Abyss
In my
abyss
you sit there with your hands toward me smiling, I want to run toward you but,
I grab myself and throw me away.
Your Gonna be Mine!
But here...it useless....
I wont let you...
Because
I'm
weak.
In my
abyss
...its dark....
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