Monday, March 24, 2008
the last post: petrify

here i sit awaiting the sun to rise.
here i am as i turn my heart into stone.
there's nothing left for me to do.
to think.
to dream.
but to turn everything into gray,
and be detached from reality
as i've decided to let the world pass by.
in auto-pilot i'll let expectations come to truth.
yet to taste accomplishments will only be bland.
Labels: poems
posted by vinz @ 11:46 AM
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