Sand Paper Monotany
Sitting and waiting for something to happen
Labored breathing takes its toll, not forgotten
A weighted chest, feels like remorse, familiar
Wanting to get away from it all, running scared
Suppressed emotions make for much better razors
Make a wish, but no stars visible. Crimson moon
A well placed blade would do some good
Regrettably there are none in sight, thanks but no
Copyright © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2007
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