Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Lines out of the SuperNothing.

Running through this field of death, dodging damnation with a smile.

Finding a lone rose on my right; I can't reach it, but, I don't lose sight of it.

Fear is long gone, but guilt takes its place.

Guilt moves on and the page is erased.

Emptiness and rage have burned me down, but from the ashes hope lifts me up.

Dealt with death and dealt with pain...no longer feeling.