This is what I spent my free time doing at 16 in the year 19(none of your damn business.) Unheard Prayer # 1 It’s twelve o’ clock and the death of soldiers, fight for your right to breathe. I seek sanctuary in my breath… my only freedom. Stand alive; hold my frail hand Cherub. Take me to a place where I can stand amongst the most beautiful of the beautiful, so I can weep. On waterless oceans, we walk thru the filth we made. Air doesn’t feel like air anymore, water doesn’t taste like water anymore, our Mother doesn’t love anymore; she is brittle and torn where we ripped out her soul. Daddy couldn’t spare the time. We walk around faceless; E=mc^2 is a load of bullshit. If life is real, and we are real, then; we become the work of Poe, we become a Picasso. Reoccurring thoughts (loneliness). I think I’m two steps from losing my ear. Jerry Garcia is grateful he is dead He would never want to stand alone… Just skin and bones.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 04:51:34 +0000
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