Unfinished because I lost inspiration to finish it. the blood that drips the broken ceiling the murmurs and shouts behind the walls the tearless, soundless cries loom over darkness, despair and fears crawl bloodshot eyes stare right at you evil intentions of bringing you to your end hopeless wails are deafening in the room outside the walls it is unheard of
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Leave a Reply. | AboutNot everyone can appreciate the beauty that is in poetry. How I wish that I lived at a time when writers where highly regarded, when people still appreciate the art of poetry and when creativity and artistry were at their best. Anyway, I'm just keeping this as an archive of my so called works and poems I collect. ArchivesJune 2012 Categories |
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