A/N: when I let a guy beat my Soul down... ugh
What do I say, now that the words are leapt upon?
What do you hear now, that doesn't sound wrong?
What should I be, now that my being's not strong?
What do you love, now that it's been so long?
What do I live for now? For what, prolong?
What do you hope for, now that the pro's are all con's?
What do I dream now, that doesn't die with the dawn?
What do you feel, now that your heart is withdrawn?
What do I stand upon, now that the ground is gone?
....I'm falling, all alone- into Oblivion....
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Book Of Counted Sorrows
PoesiaAn exercise in demented Adventure. A Test of ingenious Insanity. Fragile words spewed forth into the abyss of the the electronic medium. Diamonds forged in the coalmines of Memory. *OR......just pages upon pages of crap ;-)...* Only Time and Effort...
