My psyche makes me sick
one way or another.
These words convey violence
as testimony to torn pieces
that will never quite
match up again.
All the time spent gazing inward
analyzing cryptic reflections-
still no response
no echo from the ego.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 8:00 PM UTC
My psyche makes me sick
one way or another.
These words convey violence
as testimony to torn pieces
that will never quite
match up again.
All the time spent gazing inward
analyzing cryptic reflections-
still no response
no echo from the ego.
