That Night Full Of Futures
2 November, 2007
Author: Mental
frosty and cold
dark blood overcomes
the hold.
the cut not flesh
emotional rot
all in a mesh
emotional countdown
dripping from emotional icicles
each drop counting in my ears drown.
that night full of futures
now open memories
require time sutures.
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rage (71.68.228.189) -- Thursday, March 6 2014, 03:46 am I like the last lines, that night was full of futures/ now open memories/ require time sutures, a classic |
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