Envisioning an escape;
A simple way to leave...
Seconds pass...
And I don't know...
One time,
Last time...
That was me,
The girl dancing through the flowers...
Everyday he cries out in pain, everyday everything...
The cuts march up, one by one, I try to hold on...
Burnt like charcoal, worn like tar, cut after cut...
2014-02-04 02:47 AM
Trapped in metal boxes...
One by one the soldiers marched
injuries both mental and physical...
To say I miss you is an understatement
But it's all I can think of right now...
Cardboard city
As i sit in my shelter watching the drops of rain...
Drowning
i am drowning...