alone trembling in the wracks of tormenting loss and furious grief
will the Others hear my anguished cries of defiant disbelief?
a thousand questions thrown at the face of a faded wall
while stoic stares for answers let the rain of bloody tears fall
in the mirror a scarred visage with askance in his eyes
had it all been just masterful pretend and languid lies?
From: Toy Kingdom
About me: I am the Chronic Procrastinator. If there is something urgent needed to be done now, it can wait until next week.
