Cobwebs form
Disguising, hiding
Visions of acid memories
Bittersweet
Yet adversity becomes
Dust cloth of my soul

Driving
Engulfed in a ball of flames
As
I
Tumble
Flip
Flip

Silence

Boom!

Not horizontal
Vertical
Let the blood flow out
Release inpurities
All the like
Where I am going

An eye-popping show
Tied tight
Make sure it won't let go

An open bottle
Never to be closed
Ironic though
So simple

Yet so appealing

Is this me?
Is this all that I can be?
If so...take me, finally.

04/11/2006

Author's Note: *Archive

Posted on 05/16/2007
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