or sign in with e-mail
by mookoo Mar 26, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Run with all your might, for the storm of light, it ravages through my night, and brings my life plight, so much guilt unseen, my special living dream, running through the screen, between ice and steam, bringing me down, my life has been crowned, the ever-brilliant sound, to which I am bound, ringing in my ears, all my old fears, running down as tears, the light of the years...