A Victory (Of Some Sort)
The body is a history map of won battles. Written in blood, and scabbed into oblivion. A form of insanity, or sanity forsaken? Who am I to say? Shadows are on the wall becoming alive, succumbing loneliness as they brush against the anguished face, "You won again," They whisper.
posted by Mystique at 3:12 AM
4 Comments:
fuck you ya7mara! this one's 3AWSOME!!!!!!!!!
la wallah, so awesome!
Lol! Thank you Zahoor, your passion overwhelms me !
lol, yes i'm a very overwhelming passionate person as ya know :D!!
*does tricks with my eyebrows*..
if anyone wrote a poem about me, would it be funny or sad?
Hmm... Something ironic. Something a condescending eye wouldn't catch. You know what I mean :)
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