it is only within the depths of one's melancholy that the lonely heart is heard. the profound resolution to the calls of a restless soul. sometimes, you ponder and try to live just for the moment.. under the moonlit sky.
Sunday, September 08, 2002
#06
see teardrops
and they fall
light – shining, it gleams
sounding horror
stop. please stop.
and you slay
in all… raze still
do shut. leave my misery
… rain
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