Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The internal bleeding and self demise of Myself (a poetic thought)

I am alone....
Nothing really around yet darkness
I am someone
A once was of humanity and kindness
Hemorrhaging vile of the mentality
A disturbing vision of this entity
I drowned my sorrow
I've murdered my anger

Hope is a fleeting thought of repression
Freedom is a quest of transgression