Who Knows the Title?

No revision, as usual.

Known bell tolls

Emotion sweeps over me

Melancholy...belonging

I feel your pain

We are not so different

You all have done so much

But we never knew eachother

Only in spirit

In ideas

There is no end

Just a little dent

As you can see, I am nothing

There's a brand-new start

Just a little push

And you can be...

We are all nothing...

This one, kill

That one there, kill

All in all

So revolutionary

So very loud

It's in your face!

No space

Reviews

[Emily B]

who knows the title? seems to really be the correct title in this case, thoughts of Donne and Hemingway come with your philosophy

a good afternoon read