Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I die

The silence
Awoke my senses
The smell
Stirred my lust.

I am hopeless
In love
I am devoured
By her.

When I begin
I stop.
When I smile
It’s fake.

Curse the silence
I scream
Absorb the wine
I die.

note... before you get too worried, it was written as a challenge not to write in rhyme.

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