The sun goes down
and here I am
living the same old life
that I've lived - thousands of times again.
...
this pen.
is my rusty nail.
leaving scars in my palm
in the wake of this
...
i am a creation from a concotion of burnt angle wings morphine vodka and some love but im wanderin around wondering if exiast.....)
A Poets Poem....
APOETS POEM))) CURSE in verse, , RYTHIM ryming in A Scheme, , A poets life nothing more than written down dreams, , Time spent seekin, , Hidein, , drinking slowly dieing, , Personality divided by three... A soul concealed, , A heart turn to steel, , Emotions never showennor revealed, , , A voice never heard nor
A word never spoken from this mind born healthy has grown Incomplete.. Memories mentaly ill... by jayson kennedy