Victim
Suicide comes in whispers
giving up
your soul your cell
fishness thinking
that you have a right
to right or fair unable
to fair the weather
of war tore torn
in pieces knowing
you are not
cannot be anything
worth earth or sand
nor snow
melted down
to the victim
Why breathe?
ShannonV on May 2 2008 edit · delete I really like the second to last stanza- cool image. I think you could expaaand on this, it seems like a great start.
And I breathe so I can, you know, not die.
EmilyRose on May 2 2008 edit · delete :), it was a random thought more or less. How are you? How is school? How is the lizard?
ShannonV on May 2 2008 edit · delete I'm good! Pretty good.. not bad. Shoudn't complain.. though that doesn't stop me. Cuz complainin' is fun. School... only one semester left after this one and I graduate. YAYAYA. Lizard... long dead. For like a year now I think. We'll meet again- IN HELL.
How're you??
