Feeling: alright
Abashed to the winds
For I have sinned
My clothes tattered
My stance staggered
My body worn
My spirit broken and torn
I merely wait to die so I can die, to be reborn
I feel the void surpassing me
Like a meaningless entity
All that will be left is a shell
For unto the darkness I fell
No matter how much I try to yell
Noone cane hear me, as my body grows stale
whee.. that was deep o.o
inxden1al
thanks. =D
-squirrel
conceited* is how you spell it correctly. jackass.
and its not conceited. if you dont comprehend a sentence then dont comment on it.
it must suck to be dumb.
That's really deep....did you write that?
thanks. hahah.
-callie.
it's beautiful.
xx.
Wee poem! Good poem. I like.
awesome poem. you r such a good poet.
i miss you tigris.