Thoughts

by burningtears   Jun 22, 2005


Alone
pooring rain
paper stained: tears and blood
hidden truth exposed:
BROKEN
a broken that cannot be fixed
is it TRUTH?

...lost...

so much pain
CRACK=thunder
back to reality
for a moment
dark room
distant throbing
fresh scars

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