<--6:47 P.M. August 02, 2003-->
SCREAMING
I am SCREAMING at the top of my Lungs.
Causing Avalanches of Contradictions
Flickering in my Mind's Eye
Causing Tsunami's to wash over my Wounds
shattering my Fragile Ego into Oblivion
Shards penetrating my many Layers
Poetically bleeding chapters and verse
The Salt in my wounds are my only reminder im still Alive.
THE BURNING SHOULDN'T FEEL SO GOOD... All work copywrited 2003 T.M. (unless otherwise stated). Do not take anything without prior permission of the author.