Poems from Archbldr
The death of another placed in my palm
Tis not with joy that I take this burden nor resentment either
I live for now with nothing for that...
Left right up down
When I turn round giants surround
My out of shape blurified eyes
So I can't even see the skies
Cause of too many...
How oblivious the people seem
its as if I'm a mere passing dream
Without substance a faint memory
Unless I've caught you unprepared
...