A poem I made up while walkin' through the halls.
I walk in a gallery of faces.
Looks, emotions, and traits that should be wiped out, without traces.
Their eyes stair and look into my mind...
As if seeing death, darkness, and pain wasnt enough to set it all behind...
It goes on living. And deep inside...
It resides.
To bring them all what they have never seen before...
Suffering and pain... And much more.
(Wow. 1 minute poem.)
Looks, emotions, and traits that should be wiped out, without traces.
Their eyes stair and look into my mind...
As if seeing death, darkness, and pain wasnt enough to set it all behind...
It goes on living. And deep inside...
It resides.
To bring them all what they have never seen before...
Suffering and pain... And much more.
(Wow. 1 minute poem.)