Empty/Full
By CarlIVPoetry
Reaping upon dirty sin falling from the sky colors dry in eyes Shakespeare is blind. Busy hands in unobtainable territory rising above drowning below Lost in Romeo. Never round me, never trap me. Wonder in my universe... Have the pleasure of my pain... Trapped on a map with no compass. Deaf to a scream, locking myself to hope. You pray on the beast I'm vegetarian to Pick the meat from her bone and leave my pain to the chest........... leave me hollow. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 03:45 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Reaping upon dirty sin..."