Tuesday, October 12, 2010












A reflection in the mirror
Conditioned to exist without fault
Inherent cracks in the surface
Morbidly draped in black cloth

Seemingly innocuous words
Shaped by innocent lips
Pretending it doesn't matter
Through my heart it still rips

Surrending to the truth
This distance is sublime
Clinging to ones nature
Substance is whats mine


1 comment:

The Savage said...

Verah, verah nice....