Friday, September 16, 2011

Floored

Hissing at the door.
Sick.
A reflection of the floor.
Wish that I was as beautiful.
As everyone of my pills,
That I took today.
Brighten my face.
I don't want to look old!
You see the lines appearing,
And colors of life are replaced
With black lines.
Life's revenge on me.

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