Puking My Way Through LifeA Poem by Melaniespacewritten: Tuesday, September 26, 2006
underneath the ill impared eyes of the weak, gray skies infect the air with a scent of death, flicking the bud of a cigarette into the pavement, with little concern for the nestlings above, the sickness inside seems as if a payment for my sins, lighting strikes the soul of ignorance, another night of sorrow and physical strain, heaving my way to heaven with blood shot eyes, Life turns quickly with a simple loss of days, due to the infection of my selfishness rethinking all i choose to push aside.
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