Friday, March 03, 2006


Brilliant depth to sink into
Down the abyss of depravity
Mint it, make it constant
Despair it is, solid as a dime
Save yourselves, run away
Don't try, don't care

How it hurts, how it pounds
Carry on you say, I cannot
A faint hope lies as I lay still
Perhaps dreams will carry me away

:P I am falling sick. Shucks. Damn the dry weather.


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