"Sadness and sorrow are blisters at the end of the tounge of madness."
At this point I cannot concentrate. Frustration grabs my hair. As my eyes tug shut. Sorrow devours my mind. As beauty causes destruction. Uncomfortable dry death. As dry as sand in every pour of my skin. Sickness pulls at the end of my tounge...
I will write something worthwhile later...
CursedSoul · Sun Sep 03, 2006 @ 08:34am · 0 Comments |