*Lost trains, cold souls,
Corona of love,
And hitchers unknown,
Distorted walls,
Selfless strife,
Regrets in a whorl-hole,
Pain reflects off life,
Like shadows against the walls,
Fear blankets an eternity of misery,
Emotions and tensions running high,
My future painted as if a canvas,
Loneliness for ever more,
On the cusp of lay down and die,
What of this life?
But a plaything,
For my demons to carry on,
To be trapped with in my self pity cries,
Lost life, lonely souls,
Corona of defense,
And hitchers well known.*
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
*Lost trains, cold souls,
Corona of love,
And hitchers unknown,
Distorted walls,
Selfless strife,
Regrets in a whorl-hole,
Pain reflects off life,
Like shadows against the walls,
Fear blankets an eternity of misery,
Emotions and tensions running high,
My future painted as if a canvas,
Loneliness for ever more,
On the cusp of lay down and die,
What of this life?
But a plaything,
For my demons to carry on,
To be trapped with in my self pity cries,
Lost life, lonely souls,
Corona of defense,
And hitchers well known.*
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