by Unknown
Jul 2009 327 Views 2 comments
the storm
Bitter is the water I drink
And shallow is my pool
But my world seems upon the brink
And thirsty is the fool
So let this hate sustain my soul
let anger wet my tongue
let pain take its tole
And wake me when its done
let sorrow feed my sleep
let it fester without pause
let torment be my keep
and life can be the cause
know that death cant satisfy
but only spread the sadness more
there is no way to pacify
this never ending storm
And shallow is my pool
But my world seems upon the brink
And thirsty is the fool
So let this hate sustain my soul
let anger wet my tongue
let pain take its tole
And wake me when its done
let sorrow feed my sleep
let it fester without pause
let torment be my keep
and life can be the cause
know that death cant satisfy
but only spread the sadness more
there is no way to pacify
this never ending storm
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Posted: Jul 2009
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