Liberation

by Beatriz Zamora   Oct 26, 2005


Hidden in a hollow space,
Mourning for a long lost face,
Tears are shed into the lake,
Never will the silence break.

Heart is full of rivets of sorrow,
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
every minute is full of horror,
my smiles keep getting smaller.

Blood is poured into the lake of tears,
The man of night is very near,
time to let go of all the fear,
Soul is free now that death is here.

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