not really a poem but something i just wrote down

Feb 20, 2005 23:53

a sore soul cries
it yearns for deaths freedom
wherever that ends up
in a dead souls kingdom

a broken heart bleeds
searching for a way
it can sleep forever
wanting no new day

a lost spirit prays
for time to wait
everthings moving fast
swollowed up by hate
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