Simplicity

Tuesday, November 30th, 2004

Now that isolation has been learned
Everything will either fall into place
Or just fade away
It is like death
Only cleaner
Silence will cultivate into madness
A fair relief from the life
That I am living out today
There must be something better than this
Losing myself to their judging eyes
Of what is right and what is wrong
Why am I sick in my believing
Just maybe some deserve the death
That my thoughts wish to make for them
So now inaction will be better than death for me
And I will live in these
My end of days
Like a plowshare rusting in an open field

Reviews

[Rich Horror]

I love the merging of morose darkness and nature that's in most of your stuff. Great final line too.

[Allie]

Wow! I really love this!! I love how you don't rhyme yet the words flow together perfectly.