Colours of black and red Crumple the edges Blank it out
What once was Never will be Desroyed long ago
A dream of dut Horrors unknown Beneathe a layer Revealed by a breath of ice
A rippling past A murky future A weak facade A masquerade
A mask in tow Not all was lost A piece was found A fear so deep
That is was misunderstood Until it turned to anger Then to hate
And revenge took its' toll...
[.Dieing.Inside.] · Mon Nov 13, 2006 @ 01:24am · 0 Comments |