Poems from Nomad1c
One man's worthless-
Is another man's life.
One man's backstab-
is the other man's knife.
.
One man's thoughts-
could be stolen ideas.
One...
Open the door to my window's disguise.
It's there, you will find, all the things I despise.
Like mirrors
And neighbors
And chimney smoke...
The hour of dread wanes near to thee.**
Where none of the doomed shall escape or go free.
A wickedness comes;
served swift, sour and cold....