Mental OverDose

If a writer writes something, and nobody is around to read it, does it have any meaning?

Friday, February 16, 2007

thrashed

Alone i cry
Thrashed and torn
I must lose my life
Before im born

And if I could
Drink one last sip
Let my world
Just let it slip

Slip it out
let the blood flow
Let the world fade
Just let it all go
Posted by Entaris at 4:04 PM

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