Shadows floating in the darkness, <br />evil praying in the cuts, <br />scent of a curse, <br />and the apathy of the kid, <br />forbidden by life, to live, <br />to find, to become, <br />pulling with every muscle, <br />pushing with every ambition, <br />and wanting to become himself, <br />and the eagerness to achieve his goals.<br /><br />Matthew Boisjolie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blurp/
