Monday, May 2, 2011

2 new ones (27/4/11)

untitled (27/4/11)

Am I mad
To think on my
Own pain
While the World
Goes to Hell
By it's own volition
Should I not blame
The strains of Tom Waits
Whose plaintive sadness
Brings out mine own
It was there all along
But as I read of the
Onslaught of human
And others who fight
Against it
I forget for a moment
Mine own

untitled (27/4/11)

Why must I continue to
When it has ceased all
Round and round it goes
Repeating the same cycle
Over and over
Till I long for the
Final release
The darkness promised by
The grave

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