Monday, September 11, 2006

full moon, clouded skies, jaded eyes
A bottle almost gone.
Does it take away the hurt inside?
Maybe once it's done...

2 Comments:

Blogger PARZIFAL ODINSON said...

Bottle in my hand
numb,though throbs the heart yet

All father laughs at the foolish hearts of men, Chasing lost ladies like waltzing blind on a minefield.

Often, I think of warm lips smooth pale thighs and the inviting illusion that comes with the disease of emotion, of which I am ever plagued.

finlandia vodka straight from the freezer, Again tears away the veil from my eyes....Much to the lament of my mornings mourning

5:58 PM  
Blogger Nephilim said...

lol...right on!!!
I love it!!!

6:51 AM  

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