Doom
These rooms are silenttears for no reason roll down my face
there is something missing
my heart can not name it
life lost in a meaningless loop of wasted days
heading in a slow march towards death.
Doom
These rooms are silentWhen power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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Forever Lost | 1 | 07/14/2009 |
Doom | 0 | 07/14/2009 |
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