The Verdict
By sueh
Ugly pain Dripping from my heart Like semen Running down the leg of some Sore-ridden crack whore Standing on this Corner Of indecision and confusion Hawking my wares To the un-wanting Selling my soul To the un-buying Crying out for the Next fix While eyes search for the Next trick I exhaust the last traces Of my idealism I give away the last specks of my Innocence And still Here I Stand awaiting the verdict Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 07:02 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Ugly pain ..."