Sunday, July 06, 2008

Emoing hour

the sin of the ever prevailing winds
have come to this distant land once again
no more sea turtles to move me away
for i see no more light in the day

it matters not to him no more
but subdued and twisted to think like a mofo
this temptation lurkes within his body
and till the hour's last, there aint no glory

though this poem speaks in riddles
for thee shall feel insecure with tiddles(probs)
how can one who does not display this emotion
survive in a world and in this condition, the end.

it's back. some find it good, some find it bad.

Posted by Alexander Thaddeus Kow at 7/06/2008 11:35:00 pm