Aimless Escape

mindless rampages of devious events.  eyes wanting to close. a tortured mind,drifting away in an aimless world. bloody holes of spite are the eyes of deception. should i decieve? should i play the hand that has been dealt to me? the cold frozen tundra that is my soul. should i thaw it? is it too late? far gone are the rational thoughts that have escaped my mind. chasing only dreams with no chance of reality. why cant i fly? why cant i burrow underground away from all that is?

biiggiig biiggiig
31-35, M
1 Response Mar 24, 2009

wow,,,,poetry is a weapon against those things that inspire it....