Saturday, January 3, 2009


Lost and alone
Dazed and confused
Mania prone
Bundled up and used.
Cold trickles in
Soaked to the bone
A little bit of warmth
Searching, to find no-one.
A heart, a soul
given up, broken apart
Clouded mind
Where does one start?
Its a tough world
Barely any friendly faces
Miracle to be alive
Just by Gods graces.

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