Murder of Me.
by Crimson War Goddess
Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-03-03 07:54:00
rain.
dripping.
wet.
Sometimes I fear that this day will never end.
sleep.
death.
decomposition.
I wonder if I’m the only one who is running away from her shadows.
love.
passion.
conception.
My life is a homicide,
never to be solved
or completed.