Trapped

tangle amougn'st the thornes of blood cutting shards of unblieveable pain.

is it all in vane, or are my limbs alone in the world i call home.

Does this dome live up to my expectations or am i once again forgotten

in my eyes dies many in my way but Youll understand someday

I hope to gather the flowers of a blooming  rose patch so

fast its fleeting bueaty lost forever in the in an erie sound that will never be found

so i look around and ponder whats up yander and finally i come to terms with the worms

that eat my decaying body.

screamingwithin screamingwithin
36-40, M
Mar 15, 2010