Chad's Poetry Corner

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Mud

Malignant or benign
It doesn't matter when
Falling into the mud
Settling to the ground
Taking everything apart
Breathing dust
Of the bitter end
Means moving on
Betrayal of existance
Between the drooling jaws
Everything; a predator
Existance abuse
Into the mud
We fall
Again
Posted by Chad at 10:38 PM
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