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...


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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