I write each rhyme just to **** the time.
I'm so void within, deep where I've lost emotions, and just bottled them in.
I let it spill out into beautiful word, though I never seem to make it heard.
I mostly try to keep to myself, much like the book stopper at the end of a shelf.
I watch all the others get picked up and read, while I collect dust just waiting for dead.
~KL
11-28-12