Listen...

by Chrissy   May 14, 2004


Scattered thoughts,
Clouding her mind.
Graphic images,
Manifesting before her eyes.
Confusion and hatred within her heart,
Emptiness deep in her soul.
Her tears were dry,
And her face was lost.
She questioned humanity, life and god,
Existence is meaningless when things go wrong.
Pain becomes comfort,
And joy becomes a memory.
She's hallow,
But filled with dirt and sin.
In the screams of distraction,
She resurrects silence.

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