Saturday, May 16, 2009


Thwarting forward intenions

Mistaken identities walk free

Jaded by quests for unattainable power

Souls warp.

Content in her misery she stays

Forward and backward

The rhythm always the same

She laughs when she bleeds.

He's wary but tired

A penchant for the ugly

He stares bewitched

When she stumbles listless.

One man's fall, another man's pride

One woman's disgrace, a man'sprize.

Where does the river take us

Are you willing to find out?

1 comment:

pure said...

if you drown with me