Withered Dreams
I am inconsequential.
I am insane.
I am demented.
I am delusional.
I am dark.
I am damned.
I am sick.
I am weird.
I am evil.
I write.
I read.
I think.
That's what sets me apart from the rest.
This is my world.
This is my trap.
This is my escape.
Welcome.
Posted on
Monday, 16 November 2009
Leaves become most beautiful when they’re about to die When they’re about to fall from trees When they’re about to dry up
as do other things when death comes to me.
*
Posted 2 years ago