The Word of the Day
by Tears of Quietness

why i had a sour grape
It hits f****** hard
Such people around me
Such things
A broken heart
A molested soul
An unborn child
You can't exist inside me anymore,
who says there's nothing good on tv
i climb in and close my box
fully conscious but beyond comprehension
the mystery of life has now been solved
and love is the culprit what was involved
friends? fuck alone.
to fuck your whore while your bed is still rawnchy
invites me because love surely whispers, screams, crying...
fruit in someting that remain.

Written April 7, 2015, 1:53 am
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