written 030497

• ratinacage

  25 Jul 03, 02:02

  i'm sitting in my room in your prison doing time....
  
  Raining,dark.
  Standing,still on a bridge.
  Staring,hard.
  Looking,deep at the
  rapid flow washing away the
  past.
  Remembering,unvoluntarily .
  Holding on to the memories,
  that inflict pain.