Saturday, December 12, 2015


Slowly the life is draining out of me
Bit by bit
Things I'd had always believed to be true
Are twisted into ugliness 
and my leporacy oozes everywhere
 When the people who normally champion
My causes become critics
Of my breathing
Of my intent
Of my glances
The joy naturally drains

I can not find it any more
I'm not even sure I want to

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