"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, July 31, 2010

A Dark Place.

I stepped inside myself
and it like was standing,
folded over,
in a black crawlspace.

I felt my heart throbbing
and crawling up my throat.
Even that part of me,
dosen't want
anything to do with me.

- - -

Okay, this is shit, and I realize that. It's also very dark and sullen, which are not themes I usually touch on. I just feel like experimenting. :)

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