Wake of Words

written: Wednesday, December 20, 2006

structure seems pointless at times repetition is intensely driven into me no matter the choices i make i give up at times look down stare deep but nothing keeps me high enough to wipe the willows goodbye repetition of competition is it a shame that i bleed dare incision falling into the shadow of gloom resting out of site is black flowers they bloom darkness dwells here daggers lies near