Post by suicidetank on Apr 13, 2010 16:56:57 GMT -6
little shade
bitter fruit
I do not offer much
twisted boughs gnarled and beaten
do you know what you have just eaten
take from me what I offer
and forget that you were here
walk away from my crooked paths
and please remember how to laugh
do not lay beneath me
I have warned
do you not see the brewing storm
you praise my words
though they were meant to scorn
blessed by lightning
you now die
I've just remembered how to cry