Friday, November 16, 2007

Thoughts on the subject

Thoughts on the subject

These dreams I held in my hand,

Burn me down to dust and sand.

Weighing heavy on my torn soul

Filling up the dreams I still hold.

Without you here this dream is pointless

But with you here I don’t deserve this.

The remnants of this shattered life,

Bring hurt and pain into my mind.

I feel lost, broken down,

Empty, soulless, and hell bound.

I tried to stop the pain by death,

But that just brought more emptiness.

Nothing I do stops the doubt,

Nothing done stops the drought.

By: Yanna

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