Thursday, October 16, 2003

Reservation
So here is my last straw.
This finite resemblance of fate.
This finalization of life.
Culmination.

Take in what you can.
Leave out what you can't.
Just treat me.
Don't hurt me.

I'm weary of desolation.
I tire of temperance.
I can't hold my tongue anymore.
Its no longer a weapon.

So empty that chamber.
Its the closest thing to life.

posted by Adam @ 10:59 PM Comments: 0