Soul Disease
07/18/2008 09:11 a.m.
I sat and listen to a lecture of blood disease, and my eyes shifted to the clock. The heart is dying and all the crimson trails lead to nothing. Youth is spent like nickalodeon, and all I can do is peer with eager eyes. I buy another bottle of rum since the last one is dry, and stocks of beverage line next to burning tobacco. Weekend comes and I'm struggling to deal with the weight on my head. Relatives hang to close, and I'm going to shock them all one day. I wish I was the bright star, but I stroke the black hole in the center of my chest as I suck out the marrow of my being.