Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sirens warn me, the well is deep.
The flashing red lights disappear when your thoughts drift..
If I dive in, will my conscience live?
I can't decide, I'll let myself fall until I get back up again.

I am sure that the cold touch is an act, that the way you say goodbye hurts you as much as I.
I am unsure how to react, these apologies appear sincere..
But what I have is pain.

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