May 2011
4 posts
Shakey to the core,
my feet say no more,
I struggle with my motives,
i struggle with the jaw.
To open my mouth would be such a crime,
when the confusion is exported and filtered through rhyme.
The pain in my heart ain’t seein better days,
I know where I am but the reasons still a haze.
The focus for now is to get through each hour,
disaster defeat me til I have the power,
til I...
