I went to the doctor and picked out a surgery
So that I might change my face and personality
I was so tired of the world around me
And it of the false and foolish me
I would tear open my chest and give my heart
If you didn't mind an empty unworking model
I would give you my soul, if you didn't mind
A hollow shell of a cell
That never worked
Unless you desire to visit hell
I am empty
Staring into the sun
I've never known
The kiss of death
All are part of being
Made of flesh
So why am I
Stone and steel
The gates of eternity
I am a poet who has both been published and self published. All work on this blog is all copyright Alex Ness. While I make very little money from my work I am technically a professional. Measuring by the hours I've written I am professional. My goal is to share my work with as many people that can read it, as far as the internet may reach with it. I hope if you are moved you will share this blog with others, and perhaps buy my books.
Whatever the result, thank you for viewing this blog. I cannot express how greatly I appreciate the many people, from many places upon the earth, who have visited.
I bid you peace.
Je ne regrette pas la douleur, car il m'a fait plus forte