life is uncertainty
the edge is near
melancholy time
just a step
the edge is near
would it matter
arms of death
I feel hollow
changing time
same old shell
do I go
do I stay
Arms of death
no one to blame
just a step
I feel hollow
Broken dreams
the edge draws near
Do I go
Do I stay
I am hollow.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Hollow! December 07/08
Posted by Louis Lioncourt at 7:23 AM
Labels: Poetry Section
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