By kevin urenda
Date: 29 June 2000
my nightmare
Nearer the abyss come I
blind sailor into the
known bounds of what
I never wanted to know about
I paved my own road to this hell
and now I'm driving on it
balls to the wall
because I am too tired to fight
what I deserve
the oppression of nothingness
empty seashells of my former soul that
give only the sound
of this emptiness
inside me
06.28.00
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