A very cliched teenage poem. I had to make one sometime
Posted to Poetry
by Jazz Messiah on 2004-03-06 10:24:00
desolate terrain, marked by a virus
a clarity bleached, not pure or free
the soil is hard and unforgiving
extinction is so inspiring , how
can i ever be without fear again?
information is omnipresent
but i cant cope with it all
all the truth im supposed to be... LIE....ve
tomorrows just another bloodshed
