what u doing? sitting alone in the
dark
waiting for the moments to embark!
rushing down the hall, a flood of
emotions,
bloody nose and a pair of shaky
hands.
why don't they stop calling your
name?
can't they anticipate a gentle nod of
shame!
and while you tear away in a gust,
it's about time they feel the
boiling rust!
when you keep crawling down the
same old road.
with fear, anxiety and a ruthless
vagrant hoard.
what do you expect to find, except
for
fornication of guilt and lure for
some more!
