Digital Drunk Clock by Christopher ShinWhy is the dangers
seem so bleak?
When the world
explodes with
options.
All I have is excuses
of the truth.
The mind clouds
as word mix
liquor.
The grapes
of red burn
bright in
the veins.
And I stare
at the crimson
digital time.
I have lyrics
blaring with
ideals and thoughts.
But I'm all
alone.
And you are all
around. 03/26/2010 Posted on 03/27/2010 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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