Chaos caresses the newly fallen leaves with a breeze as tender as a sweet autumn sunset. I know I can never escape. As long as the beast inhales the breeze as its personal oxygen supply, I will never be free, but I must get away. Somehow...
CZYTASZ
My Poems/Ramblings
PoezjaMy old poems, from the depressed, self hatred, heartbroken teenager years of mine. I only have one currently...Actually...I don't think I have the others anymore....So, I have one. Now, I'm really upset...Great. I can't believe I threw away the sp...
