We seek better, forseen worse.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

[L] Spew

Why are you still here
wasting my time
the end was near,
but you'll never see
through the
dust.

abomination

wasting my breath

I thought I said
it'd never end
consider yourself lucky,
wish you were dead.

just another season

smoke

fire

ash

smoke

fire

ash

repentance.

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