quasi_sean

scrawled in a notebook in a montrose bar...

insanity takes
shape in shadows
flocks of sorrow
looked peaked
in the glow
the haze
of smoke

oh, to the midnite
crawling over the bodies
of the drunks
tomorrow
and i see the purpose of it all

i can't see
what's floating
around me
but i trust
that it is beautiful.