Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Hey thanks for all the comments guys!  It makes me glad to have written it.  Your responses inspire me to write more :)

Your head hangs low from the choking noose of shame,

You feel smaller in this darkness than a single Candle's flame.

You played your heart out but it was all just a game.

Your soul is smashed, through shattered glass, and only shreds remain.
Go insane.
Lose your pain,
Release your doubts and go without a body, soul, or heart.

Burn through the cold and even though your life is torn apart,

Get smart.

And turn your grief, into art.


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