Monday, January 14, 2008


The petals fall off the rose
Blood dripping off thy fingers
Scars left on thy skin
Penetrated thy heart, thy soul

In a maze i walked
Frantic and anxious i seek.

A glimpse of light
Faded before i could taste

Voices i heard
Gentle Mockery streamed my head


 

Signing off at 8:08 PM