western, not eastern.
i have killed many.
my worth is little to most,
but those i kill care.
i traveled europe
writing poems in my books.
it never helped me.
my thoughts would wander.
my life was running astray.
i may not return.
the world seemed too small
and i could not wait to leave.
my breath left slowly.
my worth is little to most,
but those i kill care.
i traveled europe
writing poems in my books.
it never helped me.
my thoughts would wander.
my life was running astray.
i may not return.
the world seemed too small
and i could not wait to leave.
my breath left slowly.