2:03 a.m. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
dumb poems
you no longer
make my guestions stronger
i am my own soul
i know where to go
late at night
my fingers become tight
my eyes well with fight
and they cringe losing sight
no light peaks in
i say let this darkness begin
make me writhe
make me sweat
make me do it all again
eyes well with tears
because theres something wedged in here
i dont know who can help me
i dont know who let my heart be
