Never quit? So that people keep abusing the power you give them? No!!
I quit, I resign.
I fail, I perish, I pine.
And cheer up for what guys?
For a past that feels like a terrible crime?
Or a future that has no definite reason..
no apparent rhyme?
The present, you’ll say..
well, it’s a rotting dead body,
I raise it to imitate life
and call it mine.
Monthly Archive for August, 2010
Disappointed with the realization that I have lost the capacity to believe. The disappointment is accompanied with the simmering rage that it took me so long (and, so much) to gain this incapacity.
I’ll make my words bleed.. to create dying lines..
I’ll pen pain on paper.. death is what I’ll write..
