Monday, August 27, 2007

"Lies"

Lies,
embedded into the fabric of time,
what was real?
what were mine?
Depression seeks an ember,
to set the sky ablaze,
creating constant misfortunes,
that will last me all of my days.
Lust seeps from the streets,
plaguing victims with its narrow feat,
throwing scandals all around,
even the good in your eyes is nowhere to be found.

1 comment:

Corvus Malkin said...

there is always good somewhere in everyone's eyes love...sometimes it's just harder to find.