An Epitome of Sorrow

Walk alone, living everyday,
Without fear,
Reaping only what you've sown,
Burn the rest and feed it to me.
Close to the road
Cry yourself to sleep,
While scarecrows fill the field you have,
Carrion fowl are summoned
To feast on the rotting remains of digression,
Succumb to a horrid hunger,
Vigilance shall fail.
Dream. If you dare.

2 comments:

  Taaneyasinterlude

October 30, 2007 at 9:18 AM

I dare!
Yess life has its hardly pleasurable moments but,why not?
*An eye opener.Good job rockstar :)*

  Evil

November 2, 2007 at 8:24 AM

It is our choice to dwell in the world we love, or in the world around us.
We benefit from both.

*heheheh thanks bucky*