Issues of Abundance (another I me poem)
Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 6:30 am
I smell of Earth, smoke and age.
I am of flesh and fused metal.
I'm the tear-drop of a Fallen Angel.
I shall forever reside,
Secluded inside,
The caverns of my skull.
To blot out the reality...
Of the World,
And, The thing I fear most...
The Truth.
-end-
moses lee
I am of flesh and fused metal.
I'm the tear-drop of a Fallen Angel.
I shall forever reside,
Secluded inside,
The caverns of my skull.
To blot out the reality...
Of the World,
And, The thing I fear most...
The Truth.
-end-
moses lee