Archive for April 18th, 2011

About the Others

Learned not to diminish the hells of the Others.
Gratitude sounds like false dances
with prim and proper dresses.
Others cry forever.
Others are tired.

I have a chance today.
So do the Others.

I will keep searching for my soul.
Will search for purpose.
Will wrap chains around the bad shit.
Please, you people, the Others,
restore me to sanity.

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