once i parted, Tha clouded stars shrug a false fairwell jesture. Thunder storms dressed as thought, pound this mind and my palms left cailsed, scared, A crazed days fixation mounts from behind, These shaded glass masks of words reused in whispers.. Shattered saints linger in my perversion of words, Elusive Truth.. Eroded Inspirations... Exhausted Intetion.... Bull shit flos from tha corrupt masses in this tryant mind, , And sleep is seldomly welcomed.. A murder in tha womb made my birth nothing less than a, , BURDEN.......... (J.K)<br /><br />seth kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absolute-5/
