POEM OF THE 
MONTH

WILL
APRIL 1999

Alone (1999)
 

it's always been my friend
that i can always turn to
it'll never talk back
or ever complain
or have any feelings what so ever
it makes me wonder
but as it glides through my flesh 
it feels like it's truly listening
it knows how i feel

all alone 


 
 
Shroud

shroud of darkness
cloaking light into night
making us so insane 
with midnight lust
and feasting minds


 
 

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