All the storms are coming to me, all the deadly bodies are wrenching upon my guts and attacking me.
Yet I rest, through it all, I rest in dignity and peace.
Will anybody ever see my dead body?
Will anybody ever scramble upon my dead corpse?
Will anybody ever pulse upon my terrified being?
The storm rages on.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Storm
Labels: external photo collection, poem, right out of my mind
Posted by arkan at 1:12 AM
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