Saturday, February 13, 2010


i escape
the inescapable
the mental
the restless
the weary
the stupid
the dreaded
the weak
the wounded
the lost

for what i escape
i surpass
down between
the looking glass
i see myself granted
bestowed upon me
my everlasting prison

1 comment:

hd said...

a ghost in the night i feel sometimes , lonely i feel no color only shadow, u can capture me so full of color and now i stand black... u show me my mistakes...and my beauty frame by frame...1