Tuesday, January 22, 2008

a poem

My soul looked at me
then looked at Angel
I felt that terrible feeling
and my soul flew away...

Guess this was the right moment
to realize that
I never helped anyone
I never gave my hand to someone
I never offered anything more than alcohol
I never was a HUMAN


Now I am a soulless person
But isn't everyone else too?


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