i reached out my hand, weary from grasping at straws. wracked with burning pain, tearing still do the claws. scattered thoughts, broken memories, lesser vanity. stricken with grief, is this how it ends, fleeting sanity. collect my thoughts, gather my wits, refuse to give in. failure wont accept, pain fading from the mind, live again. ripped from the brink, focus the eyes, vengeance must rise. first step, blood-soaked smile, turn an eye to the sky. the ones i seek, up ahead, unaware their creeping demise. one falls to earth, blood stains the dirt, face froze hollow eyes. the other turns just in time, face ran pale, no escape in sight for this one death comes slow, body writhing in throes. final breath released, bled out due to removal of the eyes. rest for a moment, just to realize, the laughter i hear is mine. -Waylon- Circa-2001
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 19:14:46 +0000
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