2009-05-04

Reminiscence

The violent vandals of the past
Engrave time into an iron cast
Revolves around timeless stains
Graffitied scars of empty pains
They haunt her into lonely dreams
Crippled cries and strangled screams
Yet her world is bare of sound
Stilled, she waits, to be found

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