i saw innocence in the pale glow, the rising moon, in full view and the sighs of one million tortures entered the room, uninvited, unenticing and spun 'round the coat rack. tether and ripping apart the hearts that lie there restless and accused. marched into oblivion without a single hand to guide them, run backwards as the world stopped for them, only for them. with the last glimmer of light, the last shadow of hope and empitiness to caress us in our fears, our lament. they are passing. reaching, wretching forth and returning from their madness. shifted eyes and shiftless stares and no one cares. they are not ours to remember, and they leave their sorrow for us to mourn.
Posted by freeformwritersblock
at 9:22 AM CST
Updated: Saturday, 24 January 2004 9:28 AM CST
