Re-Account Of Depression

by RedDeadShore   Mar 5, 2008


Driven inside out,
A mans bribery shout.
Young hearts tattered and slashed,
Slung and blended whilst smashed.

Kismet alongside the greed,
The dead mans guilty plead.
A river of thin reddened blood,
Shattered streets dead of a teary flood.

Unrisen answers glide the teary smile,
Broken insides and outcoming rotten vile.
Swords of thunder crash the shield of stone,
Bodies torn, weapons thrown, scrape of a bone.

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