Restless Nights
10 December, 2006
Author: Rick Ryckman
The night comes bringing me such vivid memories.
Faltering shadows cannot hide the blackness.
Demons are coming through dancing in their disguises.
A passing nightmare picks them up.
My fears are painting with hard strokes.
I have grown weary in my quest to escape.
Despair comes sailing from out of the mist and haze.
The reaper descends with his dance of death.
Placing a black wreath on my cold headstone.
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| frances perez (64.12.116.5) -- Sunday, December 24 2006, 01:37 am this is to depressing for my taste......I think death is a beautiful thing |
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