i was smoking this bipoler trip, <br />filling its absence with some <br />frankincense and dirt, i go <br />deep untill i hit bottom, then <br />i get real brave and strip this <br />snakeskin off, so this is where <br />the stink was coming from, <br />so this is where sadness hangs <br />out, how sad i think that this <br />place is nothing more then <br />pain and hurt...............and <br />deep red walls.<br /><br />david gerardino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-red-walls/
