Abstract

Mar 12, 2008 - 04:19 AM PST
She is the enemy
Part of my own anarchy
Slowly pulling me down
Into the dark damp ground

Nothing but the sweetest sound
Listening to the quiet ground
Quiet fading fast
Time to leave at last

Hours long;minutes slow
Everywhere but here to go
Dank dead corpse
This can't be the source

Sweet little nothing love
Nowhere to go above
The following is gone
Now I am done

Abstract

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Apr 14, 2008 - 13:51 PM

gardinalena

Kyle I think this is really good :)

Mar 16, 2008 - 12:38 PM

dex2988

i dig this, kyle.