Sunday, November 18, 2007



Deafening Silence
Discordant Harmony
A million moments of
sorrow bundled into one.

Why me? I ask
myself. Why did she
have to chose me for her

Silent Symphony
Orgasmic Pain.
A thousand lies made
into Truth.

Your eyes, she said, are
beautiful. Pretty eyes,
she said. If only I
knew, if only I

Knew. Enveloping
Nothingness. Sweet
Bitterness. Hundreds of
years rolled up in a

I breath in the
pain and drink
from the cup
of loneliness.

By: Chris Wilson

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