a gray sky I grab as my ceilingthe rain is pouri(n)g (o)utside of my being...
inside there is calm like a white colored room,
like after lobotomy
in a while black ink will start p(o)uring all i(n)side m(e)
that until nothing is visible
I (inside me) will feel cold, wet and alone
no one to show me the path and I' ll be lost inside of me
and there will be no hope for me to find me
for no one (but me) can know my inner self.
had problems uploading this one, I didn't know it was saved as a draft until now, the original date is 9/24/08
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