Lonely Christ Poetry
Enjoy... Or don't.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
My Pill
There is no sight, no sound.
There is no way to fly with what you've found.
Swallow your hollow, your prescription bliss,
Only to find that in the end you are drowning.
~J.A.D
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