How can a dress as simple <br />as the one you had on do <br />such a number on me? <br />Mathematical equations <br />from the years past <br />adding, dividing, subtracting, <br />and multiplying into thoughts <br />that I cannot control. <br />I'm either going to let them all <br />out of their cages and let the <br />words rush you like rabid k-9s <br />or I'm just going to be quiet. <br />Yes so quiet that I can hear my thoughts <br />as I drift them off into the ocean <br />like a viking at the end <br />of his burial ceremony. <br />You are dead now, <br />atleast for right now. <br />You equal zero...nothing.<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mathematical-equations/
