vorpal autumn
By kevin
maple leaves floundering in puddles this years rain proven too much I'm swallowing it, trying to save them as if taking so much upon myself could be good for anyone. its only as we really try that things begin to break down the floundering after success the one to look out for this madness youth slipping away my dreams to truth, die innocence snic snak, snic snak, cut it off blood spouting, a third eye socket helpless cries in midnight air screaming silence, I know fear; these things I have said before hear as the dreams begin to roar Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 06:10 PM PST, Kevin Watt 0 • 1
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"maple leaves floundering in puddles..."