.:Monday, November 21, 2005:.
Tears, for the phathetic souls,
Hungry for love and attention.
Eyes, for the hopeless outcasts,
Wandering in their aimless dimension.
Touch, for the empty loners,
Living in an Abyss void of emotion.
And,
Last but not least,
Love, for the helpless orphans,
For the sins is not for theirs to bear...
The poem illustrates whatever I want to say. Typing is irritating me now...My poems are becoming less sadistic by the minute. Damn.
For those of you who havent donated to any charity yet you just watch out. And soon tears will be rolling-sure- for you.
Wow, sadistic self'd back in a minute. relief.
Magically Rendered at;
`8:00 PM
