I Might Not Last

26 11 2006

These things with ways
We take with abuse
And these childlike minds
Are so abstruse

So free my soul
And help me cry
These words of mine
So far so nigh

A ghost a shadow
Just an octave away
This nonentity of me
A mirror for the fray

This escape of life
I wait to contrive
My soul’s liberation
A hope to revive

“There’s always someone worse off than you, so cry for them instead”




2 responses

13 12 2006

Did you write this? It’s really good ^-^


20 12 2006

This is really….different.

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