A Revolving void,
mute and soundless
This is what I have become
Perfectly content
with hating myself
Sated by my own self-pity
I am
loathsome and deplorable
unworthy of love
undeserving of anything desired
Death is a haven
too grand for the likes of me
But
Life is also too luxiorious
Stuck out on a shaky limb
that's me
I'm ready for the next storm
I'm ready for the next gust of wind
Ready to fall

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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