imported_Poet
04-18-2004, 09:30 PM
and it's petals
fall
from
the never-know
ing something.
and the flower
ing being (that
is what
it is) is weav
ing in
and out of the
nothingness at
be(cause the
night is
s i l e n t:
)i serve as
the bridge between what we all know
and what we only think
is the answer
to war
to hate
(love is what it is?)
to the gun under my pillow/
to my head
f a l l i n g
forever into the blind
man's unbias
fall
from
the never-know
ing something.
and the flower
ing being (that
is what
it is) is weav
ing in
and out of the
nothingness at
be(cause the
night is
s i l e n t:
)i serve as
the bridge between what we all know
and what we only think
is the answer
to war
to hate
(love is what it is?)
to the gun under my pillow/
to my head
f a l l i n g
forever into the blind
man's unbias