I dream of vast colored sands, Sifting through my hands, The - TopicsExpress



          

I dream of vast colored sands, Sifting through my hands, The background yet perfect but broken, Reminds me of a life unspoken, But the wheel we live in keeps turning, This gut instinct is burning, I turn to my left a face holding a script of my death wish, To the right a face holding a script of eternal life, But yet my choice must be made tonight, I awake sweat covered brow and chin, I look in the mirror and ask myself life or sin....
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 03:26:12 +0000

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