Combinations should say it all when you read it.
Drowning in the blood
That's covering your head
Making you insane
Not allowing you to be dead
Somehow you're alive
You're living but you're not
Your heart beats ever slower
The sound like a gunshot
Your soul travels places
But only in your head
You might be in a coma
Or you might be living dead
Anger feeds your mind
Keeping you alive
Terror fills your heart
Helping hate to thrive
Be careful what you wish for
Your nightmares might come true
For now I have no trust
For your enemy... Or for you.
Published: 2/19/2009
Bouquets and Brickbats