The Cruel Humor of Irony
By Ender
The Cruel Humor of Irony woe for me and all my years a sea of sorrow shed in tears but no longer are they for me for long since have i found myself dry empty of any more tears to cry for how i know it should be sunsets have wept and bled their pain within a beauty not quite in vain that's always played over again my life has been spent in misery and tire searching for what fuels the same fire but it's just a whisper on the wind the music of my soul that's kept me alive is laced with a sadness i can no longer survive and i strain just to hear the song the feeling i've always been looking for that i finally gave up finding anymore had been within me all alongI wrote this then left it alone for a while, and a couple days later when I finally typed it up I was disgusted with it. I posted it anyway though. Written April 21st, 2002 © on Apr 21 2002 02:48 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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