Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Wild Truffle

With all this emptiness, In all of the deepest darkness, Leave me to my madness, Drowning in my agony. Tripping on the stupid things, Rusting in my own self pity Untrusting of other people, Future lies, Fame dies Laughter with slaughter Essentially everyone must die.

1 comment:

  1. I think gray when I see this color and you've captured a dreariness that fits the shade. "Rusting in my own self-pity" is such a powerful line.