Lost in time
Frozen still
A heart sans soul
A fever’s chill
Once distraught
A nail for bed
More than not
A cloak to shed
A second skin
An albatross
A nightmare played
On a bloody cross.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
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3 comments:
am tryin to get the feeling out of this piece ill read it one more time,study it deeper,i like the way you write.
Thanks...Sometimes it seems cynical, but really I am a positive person. Thanks for reading!
Thanks...Sometimes it seems cynical, but really I am a positive person. Thanks for reading!
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