Till The End
trapt what brought,
the roomless sound,
piercing my ears,
shaking the ground,
round and round,
the sound does go,
its breath as icy as winter snow,
clutched by torture,
no more to hear,
what strive to silence,
we all must fear,
twisted a story to tell you my friend,
but soundless i fear,
youll be till the
end
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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