MY MISSION

Posted: October 15, 2006 in All, Blogroll, Life, MY POEMS, rants

In the fever of wrath,

words are viperous.

When the cold of night commences,

thoughts chisel at the pith of my very essence.

This blood that boils thru my veins,

is from the daily strains of my existence.

The hell you put me through, is my diurnal prison.

But it has sent me on a mission,

to escape the reins of you.

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