Monday, October 24, 2005

Silent Existence

Wherin I find the truth so stale
A stark remembrance of innocence failed
A sheltered dream
An empty wound
A decipher less vision
My impetuous doom
An unspoken word to fall on deaf ears
Speaking in silence to comfort my fears
I revel in loss and the comfort of pain
To scar my realities again and again

What will you remember when nothing is left?

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