feeding off the emotion,
drowning in the wave of emotion
lost in the emotive beats, rythm and blues
puuling a guitar string,
running away from questions
messing up everything
fighting alone,
soaring and never flying
dreaming alone
leaving them behind,
ever changing
souls quench for more
thirsty and hungry
falling on torn dreams
burnt by the fires of depths
Friday, March 11, 2005
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