Friday, November 02, 2007

Purple NASA

The sun is shining,

and I am but a pawn,

red eyes are my sky,

drugs are my saviour,

as I tread through the blue dying moon.


What am I?

Why can't I see myself?

In the brush of purple fields,

I slash my wrists so the sun will shine one last time,

and the sky will spill deep in the horizon.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I miss your random thoughts.

A
L
O
T

~Female from planet Earth

ragingplanetfire said...

Awwwh! Random thoughts have been a little scarce at the moment, though I am trying to start it up again.

Have a good day ;)