Sunday, October 18, 2009

Suicidal Tendencies

Choking for air, emotions wrought with despair.

A mind perplexed to act, with no will it will retract,

Glimpse into a sorrow, strings darkened the morrow,

A life to serve a purpose, unfathomably worthless,

Gouged from my shell, frivolous futile hell,

Standing in a sea of black, not a light to guide one back,

Reckless mental abandon, manifest safety to land in,

Solicit exquisite facade to cloud the truely odd

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