You will not see from where my faint beat hollows its echo, From where darkness feeds my light dull. You will not fathom the wisdom and wealth that these my shadows speak. For i am just the monster under the bridge, Hiding my hideous face from your grace. i am afraid of the filth that courses my veins. Afraid that my shaky arms may lose grip of you. My sad being is my truth. You, my muse, i must lose... mE single drop
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 19:50:21 +0000