Passive tales of a Dark night

by mumumix   Sep 14, 2009


Scorn
Living inside like a heated beast
Too many childhood tales rearing their heads
Oh her voice!

Misery
Surrounding all nature
Fluttering like burnt paper
But glowing in the wind.

Death
Gone for good
Never coming back
But I still see every time my lids flutter shut

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