Mar 2014
When all I've got
is what used to be
then, in all reality,
what do I truly have?
nothing,
for that is what is.
Gold, crushed,
clenched in my jaws,
too strange to be understood.
is what used to be
then, in all reality,
what do I truly have?
nothing,
for that is what is.
Gold, crushed,
clenched in my jaws,
too strange to be understood.
