all of our words written, read, said, and heard, word salads rotting away, it was like freedom at first, to explain the pain no one is nobody, I read it, then I could see ..those for no one could wish ...hidden behind the silver crescent moon of the witch the ceiling went, in a million pieces, it fell apart the sky came down into the room, the clouds were as grey as the dimmest gloom it enveloped all within, stairways led to fire, just across the way, the room danced with devils as the angels prayed for day it was your doing, I know it so, you were the source of the hell fires glow the evil was in your laugh, you cackled as I watched your eyes turn black the wind spun the room around you the shadow danced in your hands the rose bloomed and towards the shadow man you glanced mischievous the witch, that bird was stupid indeed, that black bird, perched upon the church for all to see..
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 08:07:53 +0000
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