Oct 20, 2010

Stories of the Fall



The abyss within…

Such a lovely story,

You never know

When you get drawn in,

And you get to fall from glory,

Doubting all but every worry…



The clouds of smoke surround me,

The smoke is a lie,

The kind of lie that hides me,

The kind of smile that blinds you,

The kind of touch that soothes you,

Just for a while…



The monster stays in the shadows,

The lover gives all away, except his pain

The killer smiles while the deed is done,

The child cries and goes to sleep,

The Reaper swings his scythe,

And thus your ride to hell begins…


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