Red ink on paper
Lost in thoughts
Fallen into time
Searching for words
Looking for that simple rhyme
Growing cold and old
Stained with death and dust
The spiritless souls wander
In a morbid drunken lust
posted by J @ 6:16 pm
Comments: 8
8 Comments:
Nice :)
its funny how this post and your state of mind are diametrically opposite at the very same time
Vortices of thought
Dragging deeper down
Wandering for meaning
And lusting for breathing
Broken and torn,
These souls forlorn.
Also, a very appropriate comment you left. Thank you.
so simple but very well said.
hey, ur blog looks could kill.. :)
well said .
your words contradict themselves...
:D
amazing work done..
how come you make things look alive...hats off..
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