A Wordsmith’s Prison
Thursday, August 31st, 2006I trusted myself, more than I should have
There was deceit in my mind,
burrowing in my thoughts
My hands were corrupt, covered in soil and hate
And my words, my words…
.
They were simply venomous
So sharp my own tongue bled as I spoke
Every word was painful,
Fueling the anguish in my soul
Leaving me a taste so foul, that I could […]