Something To Call My Poetry

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Love . Life

My life is a mess
I haven't met anyone special
The community is full of lies and camouflage
I can't get through the masks

Depression is well under my way
The spark of suicide can be seen inside my brain
Artists and poets always have short life
I am a programmer in the real world
But a poet in my own soul realm

Now playing: Aya - Slippin

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