Fame, by coby
|
Wonderful illusion, cut and contusion.
Wonderful wakes of distant confusion.
Speculated eye, pryfuly spies
unwritten tries and spiteful demise.
Error gated fountains of bleach stained corrupt.
Wonder-lustful doors this bleach has opened up.
Power by security; security set in vain.
Power turns to nothing, security turns to pain. |
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:27:28 UTC |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.
2010-02-10 04:16:08 | Lovecrafter |
this is cool. nuff said. |