Sunday, August 29, 2004
A gasp of breath. A sudden death. A tale began.
Everything in me,
And so it blows again,
Like the power of your glory,
In the palm of your hand,
Not a second's thought
Of the memories await,
Not a second glance,
At the contemplating fate,
Utter silence left,
In this cold, damp air,
Makes me wonder why,
Why i'm even there,
In solemn defeat,
I once again sit alone,
In the misery of emotions
Of what once was my throne.
ha. i'm really sleepy now... Don't know what made me write this... it just spilt from my mind to my fingers... yeah... well i'm off to bed now.. night, my friends....
ps. thanks to `Affan for the title...
Cashvin. 8/29/2004 01:22:00 AM
my comatose
its far too much for me.
scream.CashvinChristopher
20's not all that bad : finds solitude in the guitar. singing my lungs out. senseless expressive poetry. making a fool of myself. :)