Tuesday, November 17, 2009
at 12:07 AM;
\\pinata
not all guilty men are hanged,
nor all hanged men guilty, as
altruism is so oft forced
some days, I think I can fly;
the gravity of pulled strings
as the puppet-master abandons me
to the rise
and fall of chance
appearances are deceiving.
I am all I claim to be,
yet I am hollow; empty
sugar-candied heart.
Not concept, nor object,
my affection is broken,
my love, only a filling.
the rest is silence;
