i'll see where giving up takes me
leagues below me ten thousand dead kings
open their hands and the asphalt sings and the
violence from some irrelevant war
erodes my impulse to ask for more of the
years i spent hating these dreams in my head
oceans of death and uncomfortable beds
unable to sleep but i can see the edges of
angels to catch me if tonight i break and i'm
lonely and sobered but wide awake i'm
lonely and sobered but wide awake
3 comments:
I like your poetry a lot, however I would like to point out that you call me emo? Riley Hypocrite Richards. ;)
the second time i read this, i liked it.
freakish blogstalking pays off; you're cute.
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