the end of the world
by Quinn Vokes
my visage has been broken, tarnished.
there is an ever growing path in front of me
that I cannot see.
it BREAKS me.
flowing silently through the trees
and around the courtyard
into a land I have not experienced, nor want to.
I wept alone, because in the end
I AM ALONE.
in a world full of chaos and regret,
a world full of hate and lies and treacheries
the world could be so great if only I wasn't smart enough to know...
know what, Billy?
if only I wasnt smart enough to know that the sun rises every morning.
EVERYONE KNOWS THAT.
thats the problem.
Posted on 04/01/2004
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