.......................Thus Is Why My World Must Be
Hollow hand led shallow world your
grave you dug for me.
To keep in sleep.
When deep within your hole I live,
Then die again once more each day, I am.
Must I see, the tearing yes, give in to pain,
that bore the best, too him, I am your grave,
lest I forget your life within my sun, it's blinded eye.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009