Thursday, August 7, 2008

Cry

Sometimes,
The best is out to get me.
One time,
I couldn't hold on forever.

You tried,
To have a choice in the matter.
Likely,
I had a source of desire.

No more,
Not even sometimes.
Publicity,
When I need productivity.

I wish,
For disappearing.
Or vanishing acts.
Contained is my pride.
Restrained is my voice.

My temptation,
Is based on evolution.
This is real suffering,
These tears in motion.