Tuesday, 29 May 2012


You starved me
as I cried for help
banging my fists
on your conscience
yet, you turned
your back against
my frail frame
As you walked
towards the flame
knowing well
this money and fame
won't be there
when you need them
This power,
Your muscles and
toned body will be fodder
for worms
and then
you have just me,
your soul,
broken beyond repair.

image source: http://www.ehow.com/info_8007961_after-roses-bloom-do-cut.html

No comments:

Post a Comment