Do I mean much to the
fallen sky with all
the broken shards
burning down like
the traffic lights?

The walls viberate,
and the sunlight
seems so distant
thought in my mind.

Things and trees blur
as I past by them
so rapidly in my dazed mind.
Kisses and heart blind
me and I feel the cold
hard punch.

Crimson and purple leaves
me swallowing iron
as people around
love.

Isolation seems bitter
and cold as only
the best writers can
sum up in their small
sample.

I hug my arms but
even then I can't stand
the warmth for to long.
Youth is almost spent up,
and wrinkles are here
to collect.

Liquor and disease
seem to invest more in
me then any stock.

Maybe I can wait for death,
but I'm lucky to be healthy.
And unlucky to be breathing.

07/16/2008

Posted on 07/17/2008
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