http://puu.sh/78jzP.it

as i sit here
trying to get near
the end of this battlelog
all i must do is clear the fog
of my poor brain
my life is a simple feign
im completely sick and tired of this ghost whistling in my ear
trying to appear
and eat a bowl of cereal with me
why is he hungry

i dont know anymore
this life is getting to be a chore
a simple bore
a galactic uproar
from the stars to the moons
til the midwinter ice blooms
and fixes my gloom

cant we simply have a nice dinner and a quiet chat

look to the sky
are you as lonely as i

love your reading. this is wonderful.

so short
but
good
POEMCORE!

great to see you back in the game doxic.