Monday, December 14, 2009

A ballad to those lost and a requiem for those found.

Beginning to find
That with dark things on my mind
People indulge me.

Do I be happy?
Or I keep on keeping on?
I know nothing wrong.

Nothing but nothing;
Nothing but cold tile floor.
None but to live for.

Tonight I have lost.
Tonight my Ts will be crossed.
People indulge me.

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