#1
should have thrown this
to the wind long ago
let myself fade into
good intentions skipping needles
like rocks across a distant surface
allowing breathless escapes
in the ripples i didn't mean to create
i'm not sure at what point
this picture became perfect
or when my celluloid foiled unto itself
this part of me i could give away
but i don't think i have sufficient funds
to barter my soul too a better place
could have rode it out
allow my petals to cartwheel in the breeze
but i wouldn't begin to know how
to let it end so easily would be folly
early release is always bittersweet
when your treading water
in someone elses daydream
lay my lips to the earth
curved in an endless smile
remembering every calculated misfire
and sensory dilemma woven into sinew
cavorting throughout my being
escaping with every single breath
i am the lamb.
point me to the slaughter.
#3
Quote by Schnecter
pretty good

thank you kind sir.
i am the lamb.
point me to the slaughter.
#5
Quote by thinrocker
i cant say anything bad about it. Excellent work

i find that hard to believe,
but it's much appreciated.
i am the lamb.
point me to the slaughter.