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Imbalance
Contributed by
sasha
on
Wednesday, 2nd March 2011 @ 06:45:17 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Screaming moments crept in, dark and stoic Drum-beats thud incessant; my sanity bared Wandering memories, homeless gypsies No let, no give, spiraling down strange abysses
Lies and pretenses, they all stand winners Witnesses around the pyre that lay down innocence Circling scavengers, their circles, wider and wider As the prey grow smaller, a pinpoint in focus
My mind cleaved; they want it gutted nevertheless Tossing sleepless, and stealth knives waiting Let me sleep, let me live, cried a silent night And, love too, handicapped, waits with the rest
The stench of deceit is all around, too strong Everywhere, on every moon-locked day that dawns Some truths cant take the daylight that tends life And some lives cant take the darkness that bear them
Copyright ©
sasha
... [
2011-03-02 06:45:17] (Date/Time posted on
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