At the end of the road
When I look back and gloat,
I see that nobody's beside me
And the world is looking funny.
At the top of the hill
I feel an insecure chill,
I know I hurt my old relations
Maddened with my cruel obsessions.
Now I feel an ecstasy!
My fantasy to conquer destiny:
It might be thrilling me
But its really killing me;
And even if I know it all
I cant stop my thirsty soul,
From truly making a hole
In my heart’s innocent wall.
Its not complete, but I’m still working on it. I'll be submitting the finished product on 23rd December, or maybe on Christmas Day.
2007-12-18
23:34:47
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