Most of these poems were inspired and written for some of the most wonderful people in my life. The rest come from a place neither here nor there.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Noise
I am dead in society, Its twists and turns, And banks and curbs, Have all but ruined me, An unworldly addiction, To a sorrowful trance, And all of hell's angels, Sing above me.
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