Feeling lucky, punk?
Friday, August 3, 2007
I'm just a boy, immature and ignorant. I am the crisscrossing wall of wire. I am the rain. I am the boy with a bandage on his head, around his eyes. I am the eye that bleeds. I am the hands that captures the cold metal by its thorns. I am the drenched piece of clothing. I am the mixture of blood and acid. I am the darkness and the gloomy thing that rises with every fall of the day's tears. I am mud. I am the shoes that are stained with mud. I am thr rust in metal. I am the boy waiting, wanting for more. I am the one left behind. I am.
Where are you...
smiled at the sun again @ 7:37 AM,
