Wednesday, May 9, 2012


Depressing, isn’t it?
When you find yourself alone;
Awake, amongst the dozing tigers
Who would just as soon bite you
As they would tear the head off their prey.
How can this have happened, you wonder?
Why would no one question this sad unjust,
Who could stand by and simply accept this fact,
That we had turned a wondrous paradise
To wasteland in a matter of moments.

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