Date: Nov 13th, 2006 10:26:24 am - Subscribe
Mood: jumpy

the words frail like dark horses weakened at the knees falling limp into dust and mud blood spilled for the innocene and lost to the forgiveness of forgetfullness.
the days are long short in their melody.
falling like rain lapping at the laps of strangers.
days seem frozen into nights of disdain, the pain will not go away.
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driftwood - November 14th, 2006
The pain never goes away. It's like the tide that will forever ebb, then surge then ebb, then surge... for all eternity.


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