Waiting For Dried Blood
Verbal Rain
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So what is the point to go through all of this if there is no real vote or decision to guide your way This is where the hate derives from And pain will arrive in Heads down with pity Cold driven feeling That of a dank city Tired and afraid All these thoughts that flow from Undone Will someone Please help me or tell me to run If the earth had an edge There would be those of us Would walk right off Passing the positive Climbing up it for fun Who and with which pack will you run Why does it need to be decided I can’t I won’t Destroy these ideas of going any farther Fake fantasy A none evolved dream Standing at a bus stop forever Waiting for what What? I speak to get it out Say and seeing Faxed ways of being Send it out A message Dire desire of fast moving flyers Whisper it back to me word for word
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About the Book
This book is the result of a long overdue nervous breakdown. A past locked away and a present that behaves like a skeleton key. Time has brought me to this point and survival has written this book. Like an explosion of fear and regret I sat down for one hundred days and wrote one page for each day till I felt some sort of release. Once I had reached that point I turned to take a last look and there was a book looking back. Putting my past to rest I have realized this is the last time I visit its grave and these pages are the flowers I bring to it.
About the Author
This book was written In complete desperation I search for happiness like it was a long lost dog. Some days it seems inside these dreams that I will find out soon. Or in itself is that the dream. Holding on to something and only to see it as total failure. So control that which you can’t and watch what it does. Writing this is my therapy... The past is what haunts me and everything connected seems to be what’s not detected. So now I look with such curious eyes, knowing one day its just a disquise. I lost what I thought was love, it only was misguided light. And for now I seem to have found my way. Moving in some sort of direction but know it feels forward in delay. Every cloud has a silver lining?