A poem from my “Nothing but Nonsense” period (September, 1997 – March, 1998).
It occurred one night, but I'm not sure when. I was lost inside, looking for a door which would lead to Hell. It occurred one day, but I couldn't tell you which. It was firey outside and I had lost all hope of ever finding out. Mercy, Mercy. It's done all right. And, I am still waiting for another 24 hours to pass by. Hoping judgement night is ready to sell me the plot of land that's mine.
