Where

where am I going to go now that doom is so certain. everything hurts and there is so much endless sorrow and I don’t know why I am not a beautiful beast because sometimes I can be funny, I can be charming, I could have a thought, and if I were a person, there mighty be a tiny meal of a pleasure of her that I could know.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s