Sunday 9 September 2012

A life too ittle

What is it I am living for?
Penny in pocket or just an hour of amore!


Strive is getting bigger, still not enough to trigger,
the appetite that is needed, or d guilt which is weeded


Who did, who suffered?....is really not the question,
to walk, to think....I just need a direction....

Fill me up now, the holes started crying,
come save her O' Mighty one, my soul's on the verge of dying.....

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