Post by Thorn on Nov 1, 2004 20:32:33 GMT -5
i feel like i've fallen six feet under, this life so short.
a wreck i've become trying to get my bearing of sorts.
art..in visual or sound form..holds little meaning anymore.
we ask ourselves again and again...what are we doing this for?
the answer, my dear reader is a short one i sigh,
to love, to lose, to seek happiness and to cry.
the scars upon arms show tales of distress,
our lives go from happiness, to madness and mess.
but with proper aid, we may regain strength once more
to show our moves upon this ethereal dance floor.
odd how time seems to drag and then death nears,
in our search for happiness, love, loss and tears.
~Piro~
11.01.04
a wreck i've become trying to get my bearing of sorts.
art..in visual or sound form..holds little meaning anymore.
we ask ourselves again and again...what are we doing this for?
the answer, my dear reader is a short one i sigh,
to love, to lose, to seek happiness and to cry.
the scars upon arms show tales of distress,
our lives go from happiness, to madness and mess.
but with proper aid, we may regain strength once more
to show our moves upon this ethereal dance floor.
odd how time seems to drag and then death nears,
in our search for happiness, love, loss and tears.
~Piro~
11.01.04