The sudden glimpse of hell,
I then start to sweat,
Followed by my body being unwell,
I began to fret,
Everything turns difficult,
When it just seems so easy,
I wasted precious moments,
That could've been used to save me,
Behind the walls as in hiding,
My conscience is at absence,
I close my eyes to avoid everything,
Except for myself, I feel no other presence,
A moment of relieve,
My mind reels in thoughts,
To escape such insanity,
I was bless to be free,
Regret was all I could do,
Not a bit more or less,
This act is nothing new,
As I once again slack to become reckless.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
reckless
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