Thursday, June 17, 2010

sitting in my underwear (short poem#12)

Sitting in my underwear
while my soul is torn apart
what means the most
is ripped from my soul
constant barrage of missiles
from beyond the land of time
My mind high jacked from
a million miles away
I cant help but wonder
when the fuck I am going
to be saved by Mulder.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

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