Black As My Soul: I Wept When I Wrote the Haiku

May 14, 2003

I wept when I wrote the haiku.
Joy of creating. Sorrow of perceived loss.
It was very powerful.

Being a boy, I want to know where it came from.
Why do I not let it go?

Balls out, boy.
Don't let it show.

[+] Posted by Soulless S. Breedlove at May 14, 2003 12:26 AM, who was sinning at the time by creating evil. [+]