He was once a painter Once, he was leading light He never had a mentor He never got that far But he had existence Devotion Distress
He even had the will to walk his own terrain He didn’t mean to live unwanted He never wanted to die of no use All that he wanted was to walk among the great as he had been promised
© 2002 Franck de las Mercedes
Hungry echoes no name, no familiarity, no point, just suspicion The pressure inside, the heaviness, buzzing, crackling. I must look forward for this second to be through © 2004 Franck de las Mercedes
Hungry echoes no name, no familiarity, no point, just suspicion The pressure inside, the heaviness, buzzing, crackling. I must look forward for this second to be through © 2004 Franck de las Mercedes
