The Dead Rest Here

by Ares   Jan 21, 2010


Complications,
applied to a reasonable doubt.
penetrations,
against a soft, dark soul.

You meet your maker,
in a fantasy land,
cool heartbreaker,
these are things you will not understand.

The dead rest here,
instigate the fear,
of being...alive.
Pretend to care,
do not shed a tear,
please hold back your pain.

Sience fiction,
this is the life I've led,
perfect diction,
yet I'm failing to speak..

The dead rest here,
project your fear,
of being...alive.
pretend to love,
an attempt to shove,
your loved ones away.

The dead rest here...

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  • 14 years ago

    by miracle

    Ohh its dark i love it...like no hope i love it